I Bet You Taste Like Freedom.

  

"I bet you taste like freedom"...she said to me. It was, and still is, the best pick-up line I've ever heard, and I fell for it, hook, line and sinker.

 A friend of mine said that he thinks more women are bi now. I think it's that we feel we have more freedom now to express ourselves. 

We're not as afraid to speak our truth. The road has been paved by many.  

"Hey, it's not that big a deal," you may think, but it is, for anyone whose family or friends or profession has kept them in the closet. Fear leaves us paralyzed. Fear of losing something...our job, our confidence, our family's support.  

I'm through it, but it took years of carefully navigating the obstacles. Now I write about it because it matters to everyone who is still aching to live authentically. 

 My story is your story and vise versa. We're in this together. Love is love.  

A poem I wrote...about girl kisses, originally published in elephant journal

 Somewhere is where you came from
Or at least that’s what you said
Hair in tangles
Dress in shambles
Drink held precariously in your hand. I, amused, ignored your chatter
Assumed you’d move on with the wind
But you stayed
Your feet in sandals
Toenails painted tempting red. The waiter hovered
Your breasts uncovered
Unperturbed you continued on
Laughing like a winsome siren
Coaxing kisses from my mouth. I’m not innocent
I could stop this
Leave you in your tipsy state
But you’re delicious
Your eyes burn wicked
My nipples twisting in your hand. Isn’t it lovely
You ask as you tease me
But who can concentrate on the view
With your accent dripping sex-stained
French or something else seductive—
I think of leaving but I can’t. Serena, that’s me
You hold your hand out
Bitten, I take it
Smitten, I give in
To the sin-soaked desire for more of you. © monika carless @elephantjournal

Hugs and Kisses, Paris-Loves-Her 

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