Original RadFem Art: Vanilla

Lesbian Women Visual Art & Poetry

She says I’m vanilla.
Real.
No smoke nor mirrors.
Tasty.
Meant to be savored.

She loves to take in my flavors…
simple,
sumptuous,
sating.

She says I’m vanilla.
My petals leave her craving.
My scents leave her comforted.
My loving leaves her dripping,
drizzling,
drenched.

She says I’m vanilla.
The pinnacle of compliments.

-Preeti Pathak, 12.15.25