Auto Erotic Asphyxiation

A bag over my head, plastic.
I was waiting, smothering
my life away.

The longer the wait
greater the pleasure,
closer to death
more meaning,
it must have.

My lungs are red ants swarming
so close to, I
forget what?

Drenched in sweat, you pierce the bag.
My first breath, a single shallow,
insect whisper,
?It was worth it.?