Intoxicated By An Imagination Of....Mmmm..Yes, But Whose Imagination?

When one thinks of the word 'intoxication,' the initial word that perhaps comes up is 'drunk,' or maybe inebriated...leap forward in this overactive brain to beyond what one could possibly imagine...a conglomerate of so many good, no make that great thoughts that numb the brain in a good way... the kind that you don't want to stop thinking about...

....the look, the smile, the unknown, the laugh, the seriousness, the morning scruff..aww heck the evening scruff too....the music..the analytic side...the dedication to the task...the stature...putting it all into a healthy perspective....

...the dance, the grind, the hip to hip, ..."just reach for the states...make it okay..I swear I'll behave...you wanted control... I should have waited...my ego is there...and it goes like this...you want to move like...I've got to move like...."

...the balance of not too much, but okay a little much...tease me a little...I'll do the same..."so get in the car and ride it....I'll take it from here... and it goes like this"

...the every day to tame the out of control imagination...the sharing, the giggles,...the likes, the dislikes...."you want to know what makes me smile?.." I want to know the same...inhales deeply not wanting to miss a single breath, a single expression of....happy times, satisfaction, those eyes, that smile...the heart...the heat...oh yeah!!!!

....your look...what draws you in....where do your thoughts go...indeed...is my imagination more potent than yours or vice versa...tell me more, but first...how was your day...what did you do today ...

...listening...feeling..curiosity...ease...anticipation...sharing music...sharing interests....concerns....intimacies saying without exactly saying...

...the interest...the calming of the same...the revving up again...the sharing....the imaginative voice...silly, serious, fun, sensual...so so sweet...what does go through your mind...I can only but imagine...the connection between two in sync souls....the concentration of life itself intermingled with colorful sprinkles to lace the mind like a red hot Valentine poem etched upon the possibilities....

"...I tried to beat you, but you're so hot that I melted...and nothing's gonna stop me besides divine intervention..but I won't hesitate no more, no more, it cannot wait, I'm yours....open up your mind and see like me...open up your plans...listen to the music of the moment, people dance and sing...oh I won't hesitate no more, no more, it cannot wait, I'm sure..there's no need to complicate our time is short...scooch on over dear, and I will nibble your ear...whoa whoa oh oh oh"....music, the imagination of the soul...two imaginations smiling and humming to the same music...what we aim is to do... I won't hesitate no more, it cannot wait...I'm yours...open up your mind and see like me, open up your plans...please don't complicate, cuz our time is short...la la la la...

...head is spinning in a good way..."shadows close so long before my eyes and their moving across the face...suddenly the day turns into night far away across the city...but don't hesitate.....hey oooh baby I love you ways every day..."
....intoxicated with the possibilities, the tomorrows, the todays in back and forth order...the mind..erotic...imaginative...attractive, attracting...placing one in a drunken stupor over the mind that thinks in the same way.... oooh baby I love your ways every day....being good, being bad, being you, being me....

....May I have seconds please...I will not imbibe and drive...far from it...:) ....whose imagination is it that is intoxicating? :)