Shivers creep on me in the post-******* ecstasy as I light a cigarette and blue smoke crawls up my skin Almost can feel you touching me Giving love to my body
Inhaling the smoke brings back flashbacks of you Suddenly we are in your room, drunk and young I ask you to kiss me and you make me a slave I taste you on my fingers and you taste like sin and whiskey You pin me to the wall and we share what I thought was air Rotten lungs and pretty eyes My cigarettes now burn faster and you are lost in a fog And although you destroyed me day by day I never felt more alive so I find myself reaching for your fire to light just one more cigarette.
This is a poem I wrote when I had flashbacks from my first ever kiss and my first love. She will always be special to me