sometimes it just floods in.

it comes over me all warm and glittery.

makes me so far beyond happy.

and i cant explain it, other than it's exclusive.

not everyone on the planet is in this club.

and i like it that way.

and fuck i know i mite go on about it sometimes,

but its unstoppable when the thoughts of it meet my mouth.

they splatter out.

and when the people,

who make my day beautiful, hot, thoughtful and sexy,

come in,

the glittery feeling turns intergalactic.

and the only word that fits

(and shamelessly so)

starts with a 'p'.