Savouring the Sight
The lush texture of pleasure,
A divine, overwhelming sensation.
As your tempted lips smile
Your taste buds prepare you.
The taste could be sweet,
The taste could be bitter,
But what your eyes want
Is the image in front of you.
Lesbian
I heard them muttering my name before I even entered the gloomy cafeteria, a place where I once found refuge among friends when times were tough and school seemed to be too much. Now, it was the one place at this high school I despised. If I could, I’d avoid eating just to escape the entrapping grey brick walls that the cafeteria provided. It seems like anything is better than facing the truth. But this is everyone else’s problem now, not mine.
