Half drunk – Tom Orrow.
I inhaled her presence as she passed me by.
Relaxation pure, intoxication knowledge of why.
Passively she catches my eye.
Rewind to another time when I’d not have to pen this beauty.
Begone the old days. I’m feeling fruity.
May conjecture pass by and her aura do me good.
May she give up and relinquish her goods.
All fickle fevers and upskirt laughs.
All’s well and good no need for silk hoods.
The ropes and the ties can stay in the trunk.
Her very existence has me half drunk.