Smooth, sweet smoke curls over your lips,
Sticky with resin.
Sticky with lust.
You taste like blunts,
Blunt.
That's what you are.
Blunt force trauma.
Your energy is a blow to the gut.
Blow by blow by blow,
*******,
Please?
Make me fall to my knees.
I will succumb to your tease.
Dangerous...
That's what you are.