Cigarette hints
bellow
stifling smoke
on my thoughts,
I fall deeper into her haze.
(Cue quickened pulse.)
Smoke rings tiptoe shyly,
kindly
mistaking her for friend.
Regardless, lips collide.
I taste the addiction
as
nicotine lexis
crash on my neck.
Hot breath, hers.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
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