Let me scrawl about my sensation
stars align when the scent of incense and cigarettes
hit the cool air
slight breeze.

Sleepy eyes of the painless mind
a snow blushed pill slithers down my throat
leaving a note
angelic touch
pure lust
hushed hearing
blushed
from a kiss
of the bliss
no twists, no turns
balanced
wane of no pain
voluptuous.