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Mar 2016
Ash upon my lips
Flame underneath my fingertips
A flaming soul in my vision,
But such smooth motion with those lovely hips.

The taste of danger in the air
The smell of smoke
Hidden in her umber hair
My heart stops its beat
And surrenders itself
For her to declare.

A smoker's kiss
So bitter, so sweet
A taste of Hell
And a devil I'm to meet.
Smokers are good kissers
But will undoubtedly burn you.
Written by
Rhys Joseph  Cape Town, South Africa
(Cape Town, South Africa)   
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