HIGH...

I WILL LET YOU DECIDE THE SUBJECT OF THIS PIECE...

Musty air,
clouds my mind.
Red, droopy, blood shot eyes.
Overcome with hunger,
too lazy to move.
Can’t stop laughing,
watching the evening news.
Throat so dry, I almost choke.
Overwhelming heat,
bodies sticky, soaked.
The smell of nature in the air,
in my clothes, everywhere.
Effects of the fumes relaxes me,
want to move,
my body fights me.
Euphoria is wearing off now;
My mind is fuzzy and lost.
He starts to drift off.
The room, glowing from the street lights.
Watch him breath,
as quiet as the night.
I lie in bed beside him,
spooning to his flesh.
Twirling my fingers through the hairs on his chest.
Again, I attempt to make him rise.
Start to feel his hands exploring between my thighs.
My body comes alive;

Nothing feels better then his love...

I'm high.

Reviews

[Mr. Deft Diction]

I enjoyed this piece, because you could feel the 'build up'. You were able to express that "pressure" and feeling without putting it all the way out there.

Whew....it's great to have times like that!

[☮]

Definitely a tight one. Lol. I definitely can relate to the subject! All of the above feelings are very much familiar (especially the first 5 or so lines)

Nice way of expressing it. I've often thought of writing on this, but you've done it in such a unique way.

Keep doing your thing. You do it well.
Cyn

[Anata]

Interresting :)

And somewhat familiar .... But that put aside :p

I like the way you have built up this poem :�) when you read it it really feels as if you are experiencing it ... or maybe that's just me :p

[MagicHearted Knight]

I really enjoyed the the flow and movement of this piece. It has a very unique cadence.