My Ice

In the distance

a bonfire roared,

my guys sitting around

it, laughing and

sniffing.

I walk up and sit

next to one of them,

silently laughing as

they stare at me

                        amazed.

I stand, one holding

a cigarette and I take

it from his hand, breathing

in its lusciousness, before

                        them.

My senses aroused,

awakened, wanting

more, giving in to

the wonderful

                        feelings.

We bring out the

heavy stuff. Crystal.

Glass. Ice. it

provokes the

                        devil.

Silence fills the air as we

sniff our magic, leaving

the blue, reaching the bright

white, getting higher than the

                        sky.

My stomach does cartwheels

as my mind races, as my

nerves tingle, as he touches

my skin, May the fun

                        Begin.

 

and it has...

for better and for worse..