Utter and complete boredom in my economics class allowed my mind to wander back to last night's dancing with my "muse"/dancefloor crush/usual practice partner, and got me to produce this little thingy thing:
Intoxicated
This dance with you
That spreads its warmth
And tingles my mind
Is like a glass
Of fine rosé
Which makes me thirst
With every sip
Until I'm left
Alone to savour
This blissful intoxication
any poets or wannabe-poets like be with some useful comment, such as on the cheesiness of my wine analogy?
oh well, beats falling asleep during the class 
reminds me we used to have this yearly 'classroom artwork' exposition at my college,...wonder what happened to it. some of those boredom-pieces were pretty impressive
Intoxicated
This dance with you
That spreads its warmth
And tingles my mind
Is like a glass
Of fine rosé
Which makes me thirst
With every sip
Until I'm left
Alone to savour
This blissful intoxication
any poets or wannabe-poets like be with some useful comment, such as on the cheesiness of my wine analogy?
oh well, beats falling asleep during the class reminds me we used to have this yearly 'classroom artwork' exposition at my college,...wonder what happened to it. some of those boredom-pieces were pretty impressive