Friday, March 6, 2009

"...that I was, fucking high..."

the world is dizzy
but nothing spins.
the haze of smoke seems to linger about the room,
curling around your closet door.
my head tingles;
neurons and synapses in overdrive.
i kiss your lips
and the sensation is likely to send me
over the edge
of the bed
onto the bean bag
where i pull my knees to my chest
and wait on your landing;
delicious, slow, carnal.

2 comments:

Manda The Magnificent said...

one of my absolute favorites!

Miss Malorie said...

Thank you so much! That means a lot to me :) Makes writing a lot more fun when you know someone out there likes it! :)

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