Blunts

I dont know how

So you always roll

You've tried to teach me

But I'm too nervous

That you'll watch me fail

I love watching

The way your fingers move

When you break it down

So gentle and precise

The way you lick the swisher

The concentration 

The focus in your eyes

The way you bite your lip 

I love when 

You pass it to me

And our fingertips brush

Just briefly

I wish I could linger

That we could touch

Just a bit longer

Fuck it, why not

I'll be honest

I wish you could love me

The way I love you

So you can feel

The rush I feel

Smoking blunts with you.