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The room is filled with fumes My lips can't kiss yours but it smooch the cig's **** as I huff and puff; I can almost finish this pack. Let me go back to feeling the heat of your body. Do not let me get burned by the flames of my cigarette. Our steamy nights turned to smoking time alone. I don't use my mouth on you anymore. I blow circles of smoke instead.
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 5:51 AM UTC
KISSING AN ASHTRAY
The room is filled with fumes My lips can't kiss yours but it smooch the cig's **** as I huff and puff; I can almost finish this pack. Let me go back to feeling the heat of your body. Do not let me get burned by the flames of my cigarette. Our steamy nights turned to smoking time alone. I don't use my mouth on you anymore. I blow circles of smoke instead.
kiss, passion, intimacy, cigarette, smoking, heartbreak
A-Tango
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Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 5:51 AM UTC
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