Mary do you want to?

Let me show you
What is mine.
Let us breath,
The fumes that defy
Time.

Come with me.
Too feel sublime.

In this place,
With hairs so sweet,
I find myself
A pleasure to meet.

I prepare myself
A feast to eat.

Jokes and laughter.
Only a burning paper
Is the extent of disaster.

You may lose your tongue.
Fall victim to chatter.
But do not worry.
One more hit.
And none of it will matter.

Written by me, Tommy Turner