Why is my mind wandering so?
Taking me places I shouldn’t go
… Like down your pants

With just a sentence you’ve spun me on a dime
Stirred up a storm in these thoughts of mine
… mmm, peyote kissed memories

You’ve stoked a fire that’s making me weak
As a flannel jacket rubbing my cheek
… and cold fingers fumbling with my bra clasp

I’m drunk on tactile memory
Pour a little more of you all over me
… ‘Cause I am craving a sip of you

~ kei
6 November 2013