I'm in love with my drug dealer

I’ve got a seriously hot crush on my psilocybin provider- I experiment with micro dosing and threshold dosing in making my art and consider myself a psychadelic explorer...

I purposelessly purchase smaller amounts of psilocybin at a time just as an excuse to go and see him again sooner.

I am lost in his eyes and wonder what it would feel like to run my fingers through his gorgeous long hair as he smiles and tells me about his latest homemade batch of magic chocolates and the subtle differences of the unique strains used to make them...I ask him about the heirloom variety of cacao from Guatemala he uses to make the chocolate bars, his eyes sparkle intensely at me as he answers, his smile even bigger now, as we sample the raw cacao together. We are standing close enough to smell each other’s skin. I’m vibrating on the inside.

His sexy plant nerd knowledge and passion for plant medicine is so arousing I am wet just listening to him speak. I could talk with this man about plants all day. I could also fuck him all day until we are love drunk.

He is a work of art. Kind, intelligent, strong, and self assured.

I can feel the magnetism between us each time we see each other but we never do anything about it. We never touch.

I want to lick him from head to toe. I want him to show me his grow room/clandestine chemistry lab, throw me over the lab table and have his way with me.

Let’s eat magic mushrooms together and get lost in each other.