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I reach out
Outside of myself
Perching tentatively
Exposed and waiting

I offer my words, my thoughts
A sacrifice of sorts
To be picked down to the bone
My flesh turned carrion

I read up
On what separates us
The thing that is us
If we let it be

Fear is the crux
In the depths
Our shame lies
To us

Loosen the chains
Taste that freedom
There is power
In unrestraint

Nothing will
Hold me back
I unconditionally
Love

Myself

Aftermath

Aftermath

I am crushed, crashing
Dismembered, disintegrating
Choked out by the death that surrounds me
Death surrounds us, drowns us

I fight
To feel
The risks of vulnerability
are too real

The rawness
Challenges me
Greatly
Ignorance is bliss

The loss, the lack
The gravity tears me down
Breaks me apart
Swallows me whole

I am slipping away
Sliding into the void
Hearing the stories of
Pain be told

I go about my day
In it's hollowness
I hear the echos,
Cries for help

I need a soul cleansing
I need to heal, make whole, make sense
Mostly, I need to feel, be real
The ache, the angst, the helplessness

So it sit still, I slow
The truth washes over me
Cold and bitter
I accept it

Then, I love harder
I love deeper
I love stronger

I love you.

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A poem that starts out
With my thighs
Dictating each new line
Is bound to captivate you

As much as my actual thighs do

So I'm walking a certain way
There's satisfaction in my inhibition
I'm feeling my fleshy abundance
The movement in my skin, the heat

I’ve learned so much about myself

A swallow, a stammer
Your breath
skips a beat
Yes, I sensed it

Time and space don't confine me

Never forget
Breathe in and then exhale
Ponder me, slowly
Like I ponder you

Come to me
Like I come to you

Freedom

I want to write the word

"Freedom"

I want to claim 

I know it

I taste small sips of it

I dip my toe in it

I hold my hand under it

as it runs

I chase it

Down

I let it in

I push it out

I speak of it

It touches my lips

My tongue

It's deep in my throat

I let go of it

It springs back

Covers me

Uncovers me

It touches me

When I let it

It consumes me

Liberates me

I push it out

Like I push you out

Too bad there is no real Freedom

Alone

This.

In bed
I think
Will you notice
My subtle rhythmic rocking?
Will you notice
Who I am fucking?

I choke
Holding back my labored gasps
I panic and feel
Pulsating, palpitating, palpating
My hair follicles stand erect

Moonbeams peak
(Are you piqued?) 
Under our cover
I succumb to my unrestraint
Urgently

I am not alone
Only a whisper away
in your dreamstate 
Fingertips slip, glide 
Inside

Deep breaths draw in
You are
Heat between my thighs
You sigh, your toe touches mine
I shudder, I writhe, I write

How much longer can I hide?
Will I stammer, explain?
You know how I do -
Words with meanings 
complicate things.

This is all for now
Until I come again.

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I found you

Like the last piece 

Of boxed candy

An unexpected treasure to be unwrapped 

With a twinge inside my vagina

I surrender to you, sweetly

blowing images of you 

deep into my memory  

The perfect subject

for contemplation

Roped-in and hooked

Thick creamy curves

Begged to be licked, sucked

Worshiped and adored 

A spoiled girl

I have no self-control

or ability to delay gratification

The flood has begun 

Riding pleasure waves 

We escape into each other 

finding more

Of ourselves 

Where will we go from here?

"It's different now"

I've never walked such a fine line

Between fear and pleasure

Pleasure wins again

This World

Sadness

So much of it

I have to stop 

Take a conscious breath

I can't make it past my throat 

Empathy consumes me

I sit still. Across from

Person after person after person

I see the glistening tears well up

Sad, sad eyes - pain filled lives 

Because our species is

So completely fucked up

Enslaved by addiction

Victimizing our children 

Perpetuating The Cycle

Our trauma unites us

It's so fucking universal

I see it on everyone's face

Part of what makes us One

I want to love it right out of you

I want to let you do the same for me

Will we ever be safe enough?

I believe in Healing. 

Not as some miracle.

It's dirty work

So let's dig in

Start shoveling that shit

It's got no place cluttering up 

Our souls