The Invitation

[Caro]

The smoke curls like a spiral lock
The two confuse her face
In a tangle of curls and smoke
Lips that embrace glass, but never other lips
Eyes that see beauty, but not in a lover
Ears that wear no jewelry, and hear no husky whisper
No enjoyment in her body
Smells put her in the past
The musky scent of man and marijuana
Not alone, in a tangle of curls and smoke
An invitation to her taste and touch.

[Cyanid3]

that's awesome caro, u wrote that?

[Weedguru Sensei]

Intriguing Caro.