The bag looked angelic white, innocent enough
“I will only give you twenty’s worth,” he says, “it’s that real good stuff!”
Using a razor she chopped up the big bits, drew her lines
Then up her nose with a sniff, sniff, sniff
It seemed like things got brighter and she advanced through time
Her heart raced fast, wanting to escape through her chest
She was flushed, sweating, feeling aroused within her breast
Soon it all seemed to float, so good, so hot, then just so… cold
