Afrodisiac

There's something sexual about smoking sheesha. The smoke, hazy, misty, slowly reveals the face behind. Intriguing. Mysterious.

I want to see more of you.

Without force, I let the smoke escape from my mouth. I watch the curves and movements of the haze, it twists and turns in unexpected ways before eventually disappearing as quickly as it came.

Wait, come back. I want to see more of you.

Then comes the light headedness. Muscles ease up, eyes slant, breathing reduced and blinks in slow motion. Whatever its doing to my body its doing it well. I smoke til I feel I have no control of my body. This can't be good for you. But that's why I want it, more. Its gotta be bad if it feels this good. Nothing good can feel this good.

I have found a new addiction, this can be a weekly thing.