Smoke

Peanut butter sarnies
Wacky baccy smoke
Hysterical laughter
At an unfunny joke
Colours so intense 
Brighter than I've ever seen
Sound reverbing through me
Clearer than it's ever been
Passing the material of her
Skirt through my fingers
A softly caressing sensation
That soothes and lingers
It seems I'll never tire
Just can't get too much
Of the texture of the cloth
Electric to my touch
Passing that  toke 
Between us to and fro
Each inhalation
Very deep and slow
Her head on my shoulder
Arm around my waist
Dreamy sort of time
Nothing done in haste.
It's seem I am floating
Drifting towards the sky
Immersing in the depths 
Of  this technicolor high
Senses enhanced until
Sliding slowly to the norm
Visions disappear as in time
The world reassures its form

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Speaks Volumes

Date: 11/26/2022 6:29:00 AM

Wow this one takes me back to my much younger days. Some might have said a hippy but I prefer to think of it as a typical teenager of the day. I think it might be nice to go back there for a day or two, cause we didn't realise then, just what a wonderful carefree time we had.... That is unless you were describing what you did yesterday Terry? Either way I loved it.

Terry Ireland
Date: 11/26/2022 7:55:00 AM

That would be telling ;-) Thanks Wen