Pineapples and Paradise

December 10, 2017

Tongue.

Mine and yours.

Mine on you.

Body.

Yours and mine.

Yours on me.

Tongue.

Seal the blunt.

Hand.

Roll it.

Lungs.

Inhale and exhale.

Mouth.

Shotgun the smoke.

Tongue.

Taste.

Tasting you.

Tasting like pineapples.

Me.

Feeling you.

Feeling paradise.

You.

Being.

Being pineapples.

Pineapples and paradise.

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