choke

[daveespionage]

I push down on your face
My hand over your mouth
Hoping you'll bite it gently.

Your hand flies up and graces
My cheek with a reminder
That I shouldn't push  down so hard.

So I wane
As though drunk
I slide back.

You push me aside
And lean into my throat with
Both hands

Until I can't feel my body anymore
And my brain is floating 
Somewhere else

I feel myself traveling up 
My throat until
I start to feel daylight

I feel myself exhale
And remember
That I'm supposed to inhale next.

Then I'm breathing
Unsure of where
Or why.