We were drunk
like always
And out of weed

So my brother and I
started hitting resi out of my bubbler
You couldn't get a hit
So I filled it up for you
And you cleared the smoke

That's when you gave me that look
like you were impressed
or turned on
or trying to figure me out

The look that made me feel sexy
and significant
every time

And when we went to bed
Drunk and stoned and
losing ourselves in sex
I believed everything you told me

ahh drunken sex, one of the best kinds!

This hot poem reminds me of an old spanish saying that goes like this. Una noche de copa, una noche loca. Which mean a night of cup & a night crazy. The translation may not make much sense in english, but I'll make it clearer for you all. A night of drinking to much cups liqour, leads to a night of crazy passion.

cat....is there any other kind of sex....LOL......Blessed Be, Patrick

Really enjoyed the form here, my sister had a bubbler and it was excellent, also curious about the implications of the last line, nice.

Thanks all for the kind words and the attention you've paid to this poem.

Bubblers are great aren't they? The one I'm talking about here has three chambers actually; it's mind-boggling.
And you're right, as far as I'm concerned, the whole poem is in the last line.