My Alone

During a Pranayama this morning the sweet silk taste of pussy filled my senses with every exhalation.

Phalanx formed in micro bends, spherical armies converge in circular motion allowance towards ease from the basement bloom my bosom cut fluidly.

My alone is mine alone, first.
My alone is then for us all.

My breath is of limitless breadth.

This body does not contain me.
This room cannot contain me.

In our dreams we find the vulnerability to hook a soft appendage and tug each others g-strings to the side. Laid out flat balance on a fire hydrant or concrete post, pain non existent, never opposed pure sensation. We bite our bottom lips off and grin with our eyes.

We enter ourselves, alone, we enter one another.

Standing head to toe I am come undone.
Camel pose ecstatic together, fearless, we cum.

My alone is mine alone, first.
My alone is then for us all.