in agreement

You’re deliciously trashy.
I want you under cover.
Under my covers to solve all my dreams.
A sneaky sketchy guy in the woods.
Offer me your flask again,
And I will drink the ambrosia
Off of your lips
Rolls a biting quip.
Teasing or true, I shudder.
 
And what of me, as I play my games?
Oh, just smile reluctantly.
You know I’m all drama
No determination.
You’re safe in my book.
It’s reality you have to worry about.
But isn’t it always?
 
Be glad I’m a talker,
Not a stalker.
I’m really a walker,
And here I go.
 
Let these words worry you not
For if they were pot,
I would burn it.
To see the smoke curl up from your lips.
Everything curling, like a joke from hell.
Smiling because it’s satirical really,
Or ironic,
Or one of those big words I could use to impress,
When to undress
Is what at least one of us wants.
We are human after all.
 
I see that serious look arise,
In your eyes,
The ones that sparkle.
Now don’t worry, I don’t mean it.
People like me never do.
We’re just in love with what we write down.
Don’t let it frown.
It’s just a joke,
A poke at a ridiculous situation.
A look at a new television station.
And amusement for you
Arising from my boredom.