TW: Drug Use.

Baby you and I both know how much weed effects you, you and I both know how it makes you lightheaded and hazy.
Yet here you are, watching me, eyes slightly glazed over as I hold the joint to your lips and tell you softly to inhale...

The smoke hits the back of your throat and travels to your lungs, warmth fills your chest and you smile as my finger presses to your lips, a silent instruction to hold it for a moment longer than normal...

My lips replace my finger and you exhale the smoke into my mouth. Your tongue explores mine and in the moment we allow ourselves the guilty pleasure of lust as we grope and kiss.

The kisses becoming slightly feverish and my lips travel down your jaw to your neck, biting and softly bruising the sensitive skin there, almost forgetting I'm holding the still lit joint in my fingers...

The joint is almost finished and you watch me intensely as I hold it to my lips and inhale the last of it, my free hand holding your face and gently pushing two fingers into your mouth, which you take greedily sucking on them as I hold the smoke in my lungs....

I push down on your tongue and by reflex, you open your mouth for me to exhale into it. My fingers still pressed against your tongue holding your mouth open, your saliva dripping down onto your shirt so I take my fingers away and pull you on top of me...

Our movements are slow and passionate. Our bodies are warm in the cold breeze outside and nothing else in the world matters except for you and I.
Nothing but the inhale and exhale of our breath and the whispers of "I love you" between each kiss.