The Process of PassionA Story by Nirvana
Act I: Grind
As the process begins, I lick my lips with anticipation. Your fingers work delicately, separating and organizing. How did you learn to move with such quickness, but never miss a beat? The artist in you is beaming. Act II: Twist The intoxicating, herbal aroma fills my nostrils. My eyes flutter a bit; each new batch is better than the last. As you part your lips to lick the edge of the paper, you notice I'm fixated on your every move. A gentle wink from your beautiful eyes instantly increases my heart rate and floods my stomach with butterflies. We're ready. Act III: Fire Fire. The paper and herb crackle as you ignite your masterpiece. You inhale and hold your breath, passing me the long awaited token. As I take my first drag, neurons begin to fire in my mind releasing endorphins that send a surge of calm throughout my body. Smoke seeps out of your nostrils as you wait for me to exhale. Finale: We're reaching Cloud 9 as you trace your fingers along my curves. I'm slipping into Nirvana, enlightened by the feeling you've supplied me with. I'm lassoed in by your smoke rings, enveloped in pungent haze, lying limp and vibrating in your arms. In my mind, we're walking hand in hand down this one-way sativa street. I inhale one last time, toss the burnt end of your creation, and pull your lips to mine to share this final hit. The smoke is now gone, but our high is just the beginning of our sensuous journey. © 2016 NirvanaReviews
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