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-fucking the dirtiest ashtray
At the seediest dive bar
In the worst part of town.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC
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-fucking the dirtiest ashtray
At the seediest dive bar
In the worst part of town.