Not drug induced
Current mood: awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
You titillate my mind
much like the champaign bubbles
slowly creeping in ones head
leaving them wanting
for just one more taste
Cheshire grins
hiding in the tree limbs
of the willow in my soul
making me smile lavishly
and think of dirty foreplay
I can close my eyes and see you
running your fingers
through my long blond hair
whispering,
"Baby, did you watch the Colbert report last night".
