Spin Me Round.

Laughter fills the empty spaces of conversation.

Looks that hint

touches that whisper of a kiss

and conversation that tilts toward love,

all linger in the 13/15ths moonlight.

He banters

and breaths

I roll my eyes

and smile with my curvaceous lips.

Words containing fresh ideas spill out

from the womb of my mind.

He takes my newborn ideas

cuts the cord

and wraps them in soft flannel plaid.

But I get to name them