The scent
Stings
Your eyes
And
Entails your nostrils
Into
Bouts of ecstasy.
Sweet but not sugary,
Faint but bold.
The
Haze releases
And
Your throat burns,
A simpering taste
Of
Shallow breathing.
The
Ideal feeling
Washes over
Your entire body,
Through
All of your veins,
Soaks
Into your marrow,
And
Out through your skin.
Flowing,
Swirling,
Intricate designs
Reverberating.
The delight,
The torture,
The danger,
That is….
Incense!

Haha…. You thought I was gonna say weed.

 
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