Cigarillo Love


I kissed her white grape flavored lips.
Tasting the smoky perfume on the chest of her tongue.
She giggled in my ear.

Whispering words of love.
I grew high from the sound of her voice.
Dancing to “Dream to Me” by Dom Kennedy.
Swaying her hips back and forth, filling the room like smoke.

And I inhaled all of her.
“Babygirl, you got me faded.”
It was cigarillo love;
I cherished the moment, told her all was appreciated.
Then ran home to tell all of my friends:
White Owls should never be underestimated.


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Ulises says:

    you write all your post?


    1. theflamingpinecone says:

      Yes. They’re all mine and original with the exception of a few quotes.


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