a poem from St. Valentine King

[lavenderdaisy]

sweet chocolate in my mouth
dulls the merlot
that slips past my parched lips
from your cup
that you pour for me
tilting it slowly
smiling seductively
because you know
the pretty picture it paints,

you get me drunk
and i drink
and drink
and drink
until my tongue is thick
with thoughts
of how much my mouth
can be filled
of you (and Love)
but remain empty
when the sun empties from the sky

yet i drink on
future hangover over shadowed
by how good you make me feel
how your hands hold me
and your fingers
press buttons i didn't know, i had
how your lips whisper
little langerous lies
planting kisses like seeds here... and there
planting the idea
that this feels
oh so right
right now
when right now
is all we have.

enough said.