Getting back into the writing groove

[bobthegnome]

A pack of  smokes, some burning incense and an old underground album
An unexpected recipe for a few hours that will blow our minds
These things our parents said would ruin our lives
Have brought two modern day nomads to the watering hole of life
"Don't talk to strangers"
The mantra of our elders, but the antithesis of this encounter
So feel the rhythm in my hips
And ascend with me into tantric melody
Naked bodies veiled in incense
Breathing life and death and passion with every orgasmic gasp