Posted in life, love, Poetry

Buzz

I drank my liquor too fast

and now my chest is on fire

but doesn’t burn as hot

as my body does

for yours…

You’re a particular kind

of sexy

the kind that goes on and on

that I can taste in my mouth

hold in my soul

touch with my fingertips –

not even rum can

take the credit forย this buzz.

Tripping over my own

lust;

I haven’t completely figured out

how to forget myself

with you.

But…

it won’t take me long

to learn.