A puff of smoke was in the air.
I've always hated that smell.
But as I wanted your lips on mine
I figured what the hell.
Hold your breath and forget the smell
and think of the lovely trip
that takes you way beyond the smoke.
You'll be in heaven for a while.
There'll be plenty of time to choke.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem