Romulan
5/8/2018
Blessed be the weed, in which goes by the name Romulan. It kisses my forehead, as I slowly weep beside the bag of glorious green buds. As one last tear trickles down my cheek, I slowly open the bag and my lungs are inihilated by the orgasmic sensation leaving the bag and penetrating my nostrils. I lay awake, long sleepless nights, thinking about my beautiful Romulan when i am not in its presence. But for now, I am not lonely, as I get to be with my one and only; Romulan Bud.