Butterscotch

Floating on a cloud of elation,

Should I stop and enjoy the sensation?

Wishing for a moment to stretch.

Waiting for this second to wreck.

I steer the conversation,

Drive straight into your mind.

Fascination.

You and I can unwind,

Feeling something undefined.

Spiral.

Stop.

Another game of hopscotch.

I bet you taste like my grandmother's church candy.

Butterscotch.

Pupils start to dilate.

Body language translates.

It’s a vibe.

It’s a ride.

I dig your laugh.

We hit a stride.

It’s a bar,

On a street,

Decent parking which is rare.

We took your car,

I think you’re sweet.

Better than the corn dogs at the state fair.