The tip of my cigarette
A firefly in my dark room
I saw you over the edge
Face full of color
Eyes full of energy
You wave me over
I feel the waters begin to rise in my throat
You're drowing me in your good looks
The feel of your fingertips zaps me
To my core like an electric shock
You're so bad for me yet so intoxicating
Its infuriating how beautiful you are
Like the feeling of warmth
On a mid summers day
Yet you make me feel numb
Like im ice cold
I can't breath around you
Your eyes drowning me in feelings
Feelings that are entirely sinful
The tip of my cigarette
A beacon to you.