Meet In The Real World


Laying, tossing, turning. How miserable to be without. Nothing between my fingers, my lips useless. I crave, I wanttttt. I need the smell, the taste.. I need to smoke more than anything! thoughts of exhale driving me crazy.. smoke dancin above the bed lingerin over me.. the glow on the tip calling callin calling my name... waitinnn till i can once again bring it to my lips sighhhh and fall into blissss

2 Responses to “smokeless”

  1. volha Says:

    fellong pretty much the same…..

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