GMO Cookies
11/10/2024
I close my eyes and take that first inhale. The cool Michigan air wraps its loving arms around the smoke as it slithers down the cone to the tip, clinging to my puckered and dry lower lip.
As Mother Nature's duo races through my lungs, the tentacles reach my brain and immediately her kiss causes an explosion behind my slightly cold and dry eyes like that of a Claymore mine.
Meanwhile, her touch goes below my waist, grabbing me by the ass like she paid for the full hour and it won't only be my legs that are tingling, numb and burning soon.
But instead, she just wants to hold me and rub my pain away. Money can't buy love, but it can buy you GMO Cookies, and that's pretty damn close.
Peace