you’re the kind of high i like,
the one i can’t get enough of,
you are my favorite flower.
and i’ll watch you lay on a blanket,
and wrap your arms to cuddle me in,
let our emotions ride the waves
feelings all so raw and real.
and i’ll inhale you deeply,
hold it in,
plant the seeds to grow a
garden of you.
your aroma, your scent,
it thickens in my memories,
my lungs tastes of you.
and exhaling all that anxiety,
my mind has turned a switch
and all the noise i once drowned in
are muffled whispers going into silence.
and i smile by the way
i’m addicted to you that
all i want is more of you,
i don’t want just the bouquet
but the paradise garden that is you.
on the spot writing so might tweak in the future but you get me as high as a kite
