#eighty4fly

#tbt with @eighty4fly circa 2012 #flyworld #djbmello #eighty4fly #seattlehiphop https://www.instagram.com/p/B_VsyLypJmL/?igshid=6aetbopbioyx

I sat there, her head in my lap. Those dark brown hairs, kinked into a fro. It scratched my legs pleasantly, lightly. The glow of the TV immersing us. Her breathing slowed as she took a pull from the blunt. Clouding my vision with her smoke. Slowly spreading over my glasses. This moment, I’ve dreamed of it only in my smoke highs. A beautiful girl, skin the complexion of rich chocolate. Long legs stretched over the couch. Smoking and laying in my lap. She passed me the blunt. I pulled heavily, the smoke burning my throat. Capturing this memory. She moved slightly drawing my full attention. Deep beats and heavy lyrics dragging out the speaker at 2am. Her slight movements, all hypnotising me and she knew it. This was my dream and weakness. A big shift this time, bringing herself to sit in my lap. Grinding her ass on me. Finding where her prize was, never breaking our gaze. Brown eyes with meaning behind them, knowledge beneath power to overcome all. She blew her smoke in my face deliberately this time. I coughed and she laughed. A giggle really, I leaned my head back to escape the moment, its all to perfect… All to overwhelming. She pulled me back into it though, quickly too. The blunt had gone out, she used both hands to pull me back into our world. Her gaze captured me. But her words were what held me. “Let your memory capture you being overwhelmed, let the feeling take you there. Explore it.” I couldn’t breathe, my body stuck in place. I took in everything at that moment, but all I can remember is the smile on her face as the TV shone behind her. I was drifting, the universe around me. She put her head to mine. “Where are you Jarvis, where do you go when you drift? ” I felt myself smile, my eyes softened. The landscape blurring, “Always to sleep… to dream of you.” Her body sighed. Drifting together…to dream.

She didnt visit often, but i enjoyed it when she did.

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