From: melf@ix.netcom.com (Matthew Bailey)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica
Subject: giving head and smoking weed
Date: 26 Jun 1995 04:20:00 -0400

Archive-name: head-n-weed

My lips around this joint make me want to bogart your pussy
you bought a leather teddy to go with your boots
you can use my own whip on me
but if I get loose
that teddy is more a collar than langiere
I'll use it to hold you down

When I ate sushi tonite
your fragrence was the white flesh meat of newly killed mackeral
the purity of distilled oceans and estrogen
your soft pubes rolling waves to body surf
I'm sucked into you as I drag on this joint
the smoke is your voice
pouring out of my mouth
back into you as I give you head
blowing burnt spirituality into your furnace
you glow like a cherried ember
burning twisting burning
like glass of water so full you push up past the edge of the cup
the slightest tap will spill you over
but you don't run down
you don't spill down
you don't come
down
you get so wired and electric and horny
but the conscious effort to achieve orgasm distracts you and you don't

I smoke bowl after bowl of Cal green trying to reach an elusive high
one or two levels past the furthest I've reached before
packed an entire once, the smoke smouldering through the hair on my
chest but I still can't get there
it's a mirror my own reflection stares back at me but I can't get past
	it, I can't get around it
I burn fifty dollar bills trying to ram my head through to a place I
	only suspect exists
looking for one thing I feel will make every thing right, but now I've
	got it
and everything is the same so I pick something else and I get something
	else and it's still the same and I realize
things will never be right
there is no one thing.

						Melf