The cannabis  filled the room with a hazy smoke.

We look slowly towards the empty wall and picture our futures.

Colors begin to whisper around the corners and we hear laughter in the background.

Our own giggles seem to have their own world.

Our hands touch and electricity fills our veins.

We gasp our breathe and inhale the smoke again.

It fills our lungs, our soul, our minds.

We are together here, and there, and everywhere.

And we feel invincible. Like we can fight the world forever.

No one can touch us. And the stress melts away, and tickles our skin as it leaves.

Then we touch again, and we feel the rush of pleasure.

Somehow we fall unto the bed, and collapse into a feathery exisitance. 

You kiss me. We kiss.

You grab my face, and stare into my loving gaze, knowing me, us.

We fall into tangles, and ripped clothes.

Sweat, and anxious kisses.

I pull your hair, and you inhale into my neck.

Your hand traces my hip bone as you pull me so close.

So close.

Closer than two people can be.

The high pumps our blood faster than before, and we fall more deeper.

Into love, and lust, and passion.

The smell of your skin intoxicates me.

Your soul penetrates me. And I feel you, all of you.

I want this to never end. For us to never end.

The cannabis fills the room again, and we inhale the smoke into our lungs.

Our hands touch…