My High

I get high to balance out my lows.
Satisfied then I call you,
blow smoke into the phone
Silent whispers in my ear.

High pitch voice.
Heighten by the intoxication of my drug
"Your high",he says
my throat burns.
I say,"no".
I am faded.
On top of you.
Riding.
Slow then fast then just like
You like it.

Smooth feel
Deep inside
I climax.
Unafraid
I grab your hand
to thrust you farther away.

I inhale again.
Let it out.
Only to feel
what I can't.
What no one right allows me to permit.

Shit. I need to go and get high.