Ode to My Vibrator

By Anjeneé Cannon

thighs shiver as the damp tips of my fingers brush against the soft pink 

penis-like silicone ecstasy perched between each palm, 

ready to penetrate the hollow hole between, 

the thirst-hungry eminence of my soul, 

the fresh flesh folds of skin and bone.

the longing for touch, for sex and desire, 

the absence of love that makes me pleasure myself. 

the way you stroke my lovely lesbian innards, the 

rugged edges quenching my every nerve 

from head to toe, from body to soul. 

my fingers melt to press you harder, to guide you gently, 

to feel you bask in the clear honey of my cheeks.

you are my first, my last, my everything, 

my sex with self, the one that stole my virginity. 

the way you make my thighs quiver, the cold sweat 

seeping through the sheets, muffling the creaking iron beneath. 

and how could I forget the very thing you do that makes my heart

leap with desire, a waterfall, the enigma of my sexual desire

drowns in sterling liquid gold. 

the climax, orgasmic to the soul, 

like heroin drenched in honey, a drug I can’t deny.

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Anjeneé Cannon (she/her) is a queer Black creative artist from Wilmington, Delaware. Her work has been published and is forthcoming in Literature Today, The Future is Black Female, HerStry, and Genre Urban Arts, a playground for creatives. She has previously served as an editing intern for the Potomac Review and enjoys creating spontaneous art, taking long walks in nature, and tweeting random thoughts on Twitter.