You strike your lighter
the air warms
you draw the flame near
the heat lights
and you take a long drag
Inhaling in my pleasures
you occupy yourself
studying all I have
then bring your lips back to me
inhaling me once more
With every breath
you brighten the spark
it burns for a moment
but not long enough for the night
When I am just a bud
all the pleasure gone
you hold me for a moment
then discard me to the ground
I wait for the next night
when your addiction rages
and your hands ache to touch me
and your mouth aches for my taste
You are as addicted to me,
as I am to you.
This poem I wrote last year, it's actually about love, and had nothing to do with cigarrettes. My boyfriend at the time use to smoke, so I guess it just made me think about about addiction, and I don't know...