hot hot heat

it's a 100mg thc orange cream soda. serving sizes are something you are not familiar with. it's not a bowl or bong or blunt, it's a soda, how bad can it be? it tastes like orange creamsicles, just a faint hit of it at the end, of something more. the hotel room is drab but it is brightened by her. you are about to take a swig and she stops you, use the shot glass, it's what was recommended. she always looks out for you. one shot, and then half a chocolate, also that hint of grassiness at the very end. lie down. lie down. lie down. nothing, and then everything. the tv is funny. it's all funny. and then it's her hands. they're always warm but now they are hot. your skin is scalding from the touch. you think for a second how wild it is your mind can convince you something is happening that is not, her hands are not irons. your body shakes. and shakes. and shakes. it's all ok, though. the rental car is damaged, the food is fast, the traffic is furious, the drug's too strong, but it's all ok. you have her. you have her. you have her. what's one night too stoned in amidst a lifetime in love? earlier in the night you were so upset, so anxious. the heat from her hands melts it away. you don't know when you fall asleep.