She is sex, filling the room with sweat and smoke.
Her hands grasp the bowl and she takes another toke.
She is so comfortable in her flawed flesh.
I look her over as if Im about to sketch.
There isn't a reason, I can't caputure this.
Not at all. I lean in for a kiss.
She slyly smiles as she turns her head.
I lay my body down on the bed.
I feel her slowly climb on top of me.
I smile up at her, capturing the memory.
Created: Apr 21, 2014ColeKemmer Document Media