Weed Virginity

Sitting in the back seat,

Windows rolled up,

Watching him put the flame to the bowl,

He breathes in for two seconds,

Then takes the pipe from his lips.

Holding the sweet smoke in

before he exhales slowly,

Smoky sweetness filling the car,

He passes the pipe to

the girl sitting next to him.

She repeats his actions

n perfect grace,

She passes the pipe back to me.

Holding it awkwardly in my shaky hand

I put it to my pips as 

he leans back to light

the bowl.

I inhale the sweet smoke

then he takes the pipe

from me.

He watches worriedly as

I hold the smoke in

then exhale when he 

tells me its time.

They watch me with worried,

anxious eyes for my reaction.

I sit passive for one long moment

before letting a choked giggle slip passed my lips.

He smiles at me

and wraps his arms around my waist 

from his place in the drivers seat.

He laughs as he says he stole the only virginity I had left.

Author's Note

Really random poem and the first time I smoked weed

Reviews

[Laughing-Bear]

My Dear Writing Friend,
I was very well written and thought provoking write. I wished I had not lost my alcohol virginity as it in time almost destroyed me. With this write the reader can easily see, hear, and smell the poem. I was very impressed.

Blessings, Laughing-Bear