What was it like,
When the weed grasped my soul,
And her hands grabbed my body,
the smoke slipping in my head,
while her hands slipping in my pants,
they both gave peace,
As weed calmed my soul,
She thrashed my body,
For once i felt my body and soul
intervening,
Dancing to the beats of those worldly
pleasures,
As the time flowed she touched my soul
and relaxed my body,
and now as it ends my body and soul slept
again
Waiting for another time to dance again.