There are women who get it early.
There are women who give blowjobs in their twenties; with a smile; because it feels right.
There are women who never let their man fall asleep without spilling himself into their hands.
And that’s beautiful.
But this is not about them.
This is about me.
This is about you.
I didn’t get it in my twenties.
I didn’t get it in my thirties.
I was too busy surviving.
Too busy fighting.
Too busy working.
Too busy raising children.
Too busy resenting.
I thought marriage was performance.
I thought sex was obligation.
I thought being a wife was tolerating a man long enough to avoid divorce.
I was wrong.
I am not late.
I am not behind.
I am exactly on time.
Because what I see.
What I hold.
What I command now.
