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“La Petite Mort”

Slowly, it built, then all at once. Until my back was arching off the bed, head thrown back, neck straining, wrist coming to my mouth to muffle the sounds.

As a deep pink flush worked its way down my body from the tops of my cheeks, down my neck, over my chest and torso and beyond…

Until I was offering you everything and drawing you closer with every move, every caress of my ever eager hands and mouth.

Every gasping breath, moan, and whimper of longing, leading to this one moment of almost painful bliss.

The color fading from my vision, sounds fading away as if I’m deaf, yet I can see, hear and feel it all so exquisitely.

I feel as if I’m dying but also that I am reborn. Alive, in the way that makes me want to drag my mouth over your skin in sweet thanks…kill me again won’t you lover? From now until our end.

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Illogical Logic

Does a moat surrounding the castle make it any less decimated from the attacks you launched?

Does a lock on the gate with a sleeping guard make it any more difficult for you to climb the walls?
Does a security system with a code everybody knows how to break make it any more secure than it was before?
Does a battlefield littered with remains of those who fought look any different than the inside of a broken mind?
Does the idea of mental health as a joke, tall tale, or lie make you more comfortable with the words and actions that spew forth from such an ignorant heart?
No.
No.
No.
No.
Yes…