Introducing Rabia Reveal Her Face

I want wetness on me and words inside me. Sometimes I stay wrapped in my hijab, wanting wetness on my skin more than breath between my lips. I think about lips leaving me dripping, then whispering words so filthy, they feel like touch moving inside me. Wetness finds its way between my thighs before anyone else does. My body warms under my hijab, needing words only I am meant to hear. My anklet would move while my thighs open wider, ready for both the wetness and the words. I write these things because silence isn’t enough for how my body waits.I write when I can't sleep. Sometimes the other women come to meet me. They don't stay long, but secrets of them stay with me. Reveal faces, read my thoughts, and support my work - meherbynight.com