The Inhalation of You (Lesbian Poem)

The look in her eyes
tells me everything
I want to know.
Mirrors my feelings.
Mirrors my thoughts.
My emotions reside
in my head
and not my heart and I,
as silently as possible
tell her to explore.
Taste the yoni with
delicate measures
of tongue and finger.
Watch me exude pleasure
you offer, you give,
you bestow.
My mouth opens, slightly,
trace my lips
with tongue.
Feel heat,
probe further,
vibrations rise.
Yoni enjoys the
pampering treatment.
Bury yourself in me.
I'll suffocate you,
remove the life of you,
and place it inside me.
I'll breathe your breaths,
beat your heart,
while you steal me
with permission.
Take my feelings,
my thoughts, make them
yours as you go deeper
and my breath is staccato.
Air
escapes
and
I inhale...
you while...
you...
exhale you...
Yoni takes it all
and I shake
uncontrollably.
Pleasure heightens.
Breath becomes you.

Detox Complete

I feel so refreshed.

After voluntarily slipping into that milky white jacket, shuffling to the comfortable room with cushioned walls and a padded floor, I found my sanity 6 days later. I'm known for quietly slipping away and so this time I whispered to a few people that I would be escaping to my comfortable place, so they shouldn't be worried in the least because I was fine-even though I wasn't. For six days, I did not send a single tweet and only a minimum amount of contact on Facebook. One of my friends lives just nine steps away from me, and I didn't go to her room for four days. I didn't call people, and I only accepted phone calls that were important. Call it whatever the fuck you want, but I call it regaining sanity in an insane world.

Self-Isolation

It's that time again-time for me to insert the straightjacket on myself, shuffle into the peaceful white room with cushioned walls, and release myself.

I'll be back in a week-or two.

Lala