Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2020
It's no wonder I fell for you.
I watch you light up another cigarette,
A pack drained by the late afternoon.
Your delicate lips wrapped around the filter;
Your rough kiss, your tongue in my mouth,

The taste of that twentieth cigarette
Hung close in your mouth.
Like tongue-******* the dirtiest ashtray
At the seediest dive bar
In the worst part of town.
Written by
-  24/M/Orlando, FL
(24/M/Orlando, FL)   
114
   Bogdan Dragos and Fawn
Please log in to view and add comments on poems