Ummm...well
Do I…
Should I…
I want to...
But if I...
Shit
Tapping my fingers against my desk
In no specific way
Letting my mind stray
I just want...you?
Or, maybe, your words to bless my body
In erotic tones
Releasing pheromones into my skin
Caught now
My breaths were too deep of you and now I'm high
And strung out on your vocal gunjah
So I spread my thoughts onto a bed of parchment
And write my addiction
As your lips drop ashes of said word in smoke
My eyes tighten
My way guided by vibration
Sensation into me by…you?
Or is it your words
I drown in your metaphoric scent
And my mind is no longer famished
My body in withdrawal with every pause of your voice
And I stand in a garden of bliss
Grown through the kiss of your words
Nourished by your fruit
As the vibrations of your voice soaks into my skin
Into my bloodstream
In through the chambers of my heart
And released throughout my me
Falling to my knees
Succumbing to what you say
Eyes changed by this drug of choice
A distortion of now reality
Contorted by then thought
Caught between the cigared words you blow out
And that beautiful blow-out
So I’ll crumble the herbs that are you
And roll them in your words
And take them in together to get by
As I fall deep into this eternal high