Tokes.

"As it is finished, I hand the spliff to you, and we smile together before disappearing into the dark. I watch your eyes close and your grin appear slowly, as your lips part, the smoke spirals gently from between your gritted teeth, I watch it swirl from through your breath, before you blow it away with your tongue, your pupils spread wide, and you look at me. Back to the last toke, pass this magic left, and we'll stand here and wait our turn. Tongue tied in our free time."