Weed Romance

Back seat,
Holding her tightly,
Smoking sweet,
Not talking brightly.

Slowly I whisper,
Asking if she wants a shotgun,
At the end I'm going to kiss her,
Tonight is all fun.

She whispers back,
'Yes...' is what I heard,
I feel her lean her head back,
I light and inhale feeling high as a bird.

Starting to lean,
I feel no eyes on us,
The light is green,
I exhale with no rush.

I slowly press my lips to her,
Feeling the softly lower lip,
Raising my hand to her ear,
Both loving it.