I felt the kiss of a joint She touched me She still is
Yet she won’t last Nothing ever does Back to the minor artistrick spectrum role
She believed and she made a believer out of me In the ganjoke. “I must say i’m impressed with this stuff” Is the old semimental fluff You’d expect from a ****** elect.
I felt the kiss of the joint And the cold air biting at my earlobe I felt it.
I felt it man. I didn’t just sense it.
So anyway she pulls away My lips gainst hers Then not again. For the thousandth time. First time in ages.
She clung but did not lock Her taste, i remembered well, Sweet and unsavoury Unique, repulsive
She got me convulsive Submissive Allowable to the point of Control.
Now I don’t complain to be no great Wordsmith of our time But when the fates align And forces combine She was there.
Staring through her orange glow In a way, heck, wouldn’t you like to know.
This piece works in conjuntion with Hi! How are you sensing? TYPE 2. It contains explicit language and themes. Nuff said