Rolled, burned, smoked, stacked, and trashed.
Amazing by the sheer quantity!
Listening for the requisite raspy weathered voice. Visualizing the texture and tint of the consumer’s skin.
I Inhale, and then exhale, a smell so distinct.
I'm intrigued, fascinated even. Drawn to the saturation of color, palpable textures and sultry mood.
A stop in your track treasure, an unexpected pleasure.
Unremarkable, passed by and even repulsive to some, fascinating and appreciated by me.
A lucky shot, or should I say, a Lucky Strike!