My lips have been parted from you for far too long.
Some people indirectly call our love a sin.
Whatever they think is irrelevant to how I feel for you.
I smile softly as I see you light up in flames of passion.
I run my finger tips down your smooth sides.
Every second I spend with you, breathing in your intoxicating heat,
My heart fails a little more,
Knowing soon you will be gone.
But I am forever entrapped and addicted to the way you feel coursing through my
veins, how you ignite an internal battle.
I am in the deepest of love, but yes it is true,
Smoking is a terrible habit.