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.