Green Heaven

We would do each other's make up. She finally sits on my laps with her knees wrapped around my thighs. She wants me to do her lipstick. Then asks me to do her. After getting head, we smoke for a while. We listen to records and slowly undress while dancing in the living room. She gives me head and says I taste like heaven. We laugh about how many plants we have lying around the apartment and we kiss beside the window. Something whimsy and romantic.