What Am I Doing?

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   Louis sat on my bed. He had come in no words, nothing. He sat on the edge.
"What am I doing my love?" He says. His voice was a whisper but loud enough for me to know he was talking to me.
"What do you mean?" My love. Why did he say that?
  "Why can't I love you like I am supposed to?" He asked turning around. He dug in his pockets pulling a lighter and a blunt.
  "That's no good for you." I say as he lights it blowing smoke from his nose.
"It calms me. Weed is a plant. Sometimes it takes nature
To calm feelings." He says then taking another drag from his blunt.
He took it from dangling in between his thin lips.
"Here", he said placing it to my lips," suck in from your mouth but, not too fast." I did as told.
I blew it out just as he did.
Before I knew it his lips were on mine.

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