I didn't always liked smoking. I recall I started to do it on my early twenties; the feeling of the cigarette in my mouth and the strong scent of tobacco impregnating my nose intoxicated my mind. But, if I'm being honest, I definitely became a total addict when I first tasted it on his lips. Sweet but strong, its touch lingering softly on my lips, like smoke itself, making me want to kiss another cigarette so I can come back to him.
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3:21 a.m.
PoetryThis is a compendium of words, sentences, and paragraphs written at 3 in the morning heavily influenced by the sweet scent of rum and a kiss of loneliness. Although written with the sincerity of my heart, I should warn you: It is NOT really that goo...
