Under the moon’s embrace, we linger in smoke’s embrace,
To kiss or not, a choice we face, a dance of desire’s grace.
Weather’s whispers in the night, secrets hidden in the mist,
Your eyes, an invitation, a world of mystery they enlist.
As smoke curls in the air, rising like a silent plea,
My fevered senses heighten, an intoxicating spree.
A climate of yearning engulfs my every thought,
In this haze of longing, all reason is forgot.
Through your eyes, I glimpse horizons, uncharted and unknown,
Elevated in your presence, on a realm we both have flown.
Let me trace your rhythm, let my fingers find the chords,
In the symphony of passion, where our spirits are the lords.
A melody of poetry, entwined with Ganja’s sweet refrain,
An R&B of sensations, transcending the mundane.
Your smoke resonates, a melody so loud,
My smoke, a wistful cloud, weaving dreams like a shroud.
An aura of resilience, a G’s strength runs through my core,
In your presence, I find power, wanting nothing more.
In codes unspoken, our connection finds its root,
Wisdom may fade, but this fire we will not dispute.
For one night, let’s be free, surrendering to this decree,
Inhaling life’s pleasures, as our spirits break free.
We’ll share breath, ignite souls, let our essences ignite,
Bask in each other’s warmth, like stars in the night.
With the rising sun, our symphony shall cease,
Yet the echo of our encounter will find lasting peace.
In this cloud of passion, we’ll etch memories strong,
For in this fleeting moment, our harmonies belong.
Smoking All Night Long
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