It all started on Gaylord street
walking around, looking for some ice cream
when we happened upon this feat
a fucking dispensary, selling treats

We walked in, wrapped in a grin
telling ourselves
this wouldn’t happen again

She tried to sell us sativa, I’m more indigo
and my girl wanted us to go
but on our way out, it caught our eyes
glistening, in the Denver sunset
mushroom gummies, fit for two
wrapped in a package, of violet blue

We bought the treat, and left
despite the price, a theft

We ventured back to the hotel
got inside, and said farewell
we ate the whole thing
and that’s what started the fling

Hot, sweaty, and all looked confetti
we clung our limbs, like a bowl of spaghetti

Kissing, licking
grabbing her thighs
how didn’t I realize
that I was fucking high

Her moans started to echo
and I started to let go

As my body took over
I traveled the universe sober
flying through the sky
I could hear her cry
oh my God, don’t fucking stop

Suddenly, I fell from cloud nine
only to find myself reside
in a bed, soaking wet
pussy juice and sweat

Her legs shaking
my brain’s quaking
in and out
a rhythm so devout

Walls bent and swayed
reality hit a wade

Then it came –
or rather, me
back to sanity
take some plan B