I think it's moments like these that draw the question in my head, "how could I love this woman as much as I do?" I look up from lighting my joint and see her lighting her own from across the small table on our porch. Her hair is dangling off her shoulders in perfect waves. I lean back and take a hit. "You look better in my shirt than I do" I smirk and she looks up at me with a light natural blush on her face. She puts the paper to her lips, inhales deeply and takes two steps to me. She runs one hand through her hair and uses the other to hold onto the seat of my chair as she sits on my lap facing me. She grabs my neck to pull my closer to her and exhales the THC into me like a shotgun. I inhale and grip her thighs while deepening the kiss. It's moments like this that draws the same answer in my head, "how could I not."
