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Jan 2017
You smell of what you smoke,
I breathe you in deeply
enough it makes me float.

His head in exhaled clouds;
slipped into reverie of me;
ensnared and spellbound.

Puffed into a trance;
vaporized reality;
my face caressed by his hands.

Baby let me course through you
like your almond tobacco
--sensation you never knew.
Elle Celeste
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Elle Celeste  19/F/from sleepless mnl
(19/F/from sleepless mnl)   
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