The Taste

He pulled it out and made the offer: "Do you wannit?"

She looked at it nervously: "No!"

He waved it in front of her suggestively: "Sure?"

Her eyes followed and her mouth opened in imagination: "Yes...no...yes"

He held it steady very close to her mouth: "Sure you're sure? You look like you wannit"

She stared at it; contemplated; and quivered: "I shouldn't....I can't...Yea...no"

He tapped her lip with it: "Last chance"

She licked her lips: I told you I had to stop"

He tapped her lips again: "Consider this the last time"

Unable to resist: "Fuck it! Yeah, give it to me."


And she lit up the joint and inhaled the insidious smoke deep into her lungs.

I bet you were thinking this piece was about sex didn't ya? Gutter minds...lol!