Apertures of Comprehension: Ex-cuse Me

Reaching through a smokey veil
for the source of that sweet nectar.
Lips are moistened
and love juices line the love canal.
A runway for an air borne drug,
that funnels down, deep within.

Where it takes effect slowly, slowly.

Aaaaaaa, huhhhh, aaaah, huhhhh.

With each breath in less comes out.

Excuse me, Aaaaaaa, huhhhh, do you mind
Aaaaaaa, huhhhh, if I Aaaaaaa, huhhhh,

smoke?

©WRM