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.