I heard once that words are
the most powerful drug ever known
I’m not so sure but
I like this beat and the way you smell and
honey, I’m dead sober but I’ve been known
to do some stupid things for
the sake of some sugar poured on a little
thick by a voice low and soft and warm
against that spot on my neck so paint a picture
across the air with your breath of our
intertwined bodies slicked with just
enough sweat and the rough pads of
your fingertips and the soaking wet
sheets I’ll wrap my hands around and
how I won’t even know my own name just
the sounds and colors and that feeling a
bird gets just as it free-falls to fly.
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