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Ash upon my lips Flame underneath my fingertips A flaming soul in my vision, But such smooth motion with those lovely hips. The taste of danger in the air The smell of smoke Hidden in her umber hair My heart stops its beat And surrenders itself For her to declare. A smoker's kiss So bitter, so sweet A taste of Hell And a devil I'm to meet.
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC
Smoker's Kiss
Ash upon my lips Flame underneath my fingertips A flaming soul in my vision, But such smooth motion with those lovely hips. The taste of danger in the air The smell of smoke Hidden in her umber hair My heart stops its beat And surrenders itself For her to declare. A smoker's kiss So bitter, so sweet A taste of Hell And a devil I'm to meet.
Smokers are good kissers But will undoubtedly burn you.
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Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC
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