Penny for a Poem

Your Cigarette

Can I be your cigarette? That tantalizing vice you can't resist. The smoldering stick drawing you in, demanding you part your lips and twist. To hold me at your mercy, just for a spell, your fingers pinched 'round my tantalizing form. To breathe deep of my rising smoke's burning spell, inhaling each swirl and tendril's soft killing norm. Let me be that slender gasper in your grip, the sultry cylinder you cup and puff. Painting the air in sordid shades we sip, as you dangle me brazenly, not giving auff. I'll burn with bright rapture at your beckoning lust, to serve as your indulgence, your ache's crave. Each scorching draw, you'll intake its must that carcinogenic euphoria you helplessly crave. You'll flick me away in sweet, acrid dismay when I'm nothing but an ashen memory's murmur. But until that moment, bask in my hazy bouquet your favorite guilty pleasure during this ephemeral summer. Let me adorn those lips with my sensual stain,
leaving damning traces of our delicious sin.
For a while, be slave to my vaporous reign,
as I ignite your desires from deep within. Yes, let me be your cigarette, that deathly delight, I'll scorch in delirious rapture beneath your every draw. To offer my poisonous passion for just one night your treasured killer, your beloved fatal flaw. I'd join the devil in the rain,
Let his hellfire baptize my wicked veins.
Christen me in sulphuric haze and ashen reign his thrall-born damned to profane.
I'll steal to be his cigarette, that smoldering stick he can't resist.
The slender, carcinogenic temptress to be grasped in his grip, as infernal embers blur the line 'twixt sin and bliss.
Let me burn for his insatiate drags, a willing sacrifice to his ravenous lust.
Each scorching pull, my flesh-sheathed soul he'll ruthlessly beg, inhaling rapture 'midst smoke and cinders' crushed. I'll serve his nicotine yearnings without refrain, My essence whittled to smolder and soot.
Until naught remains but trailing vaporous stains the damned residue of my willing self-pursuit. In his talons I'll disintegrate into glorious ruin, Searing deliriums of our delicious damnation. Each dizzying drag sinks me further from salvation, as I ignite his infernal desires, his favored fuel within. So let the acid downpour wash me of grace's refrains, and ready my form to be his impious delight. I'll swathe his mouth in sin's sweet, musky stains his cherished guilty pleasure, his smoldering appetite. Yes, friend to the fallen, I'll be your vicious smoke, your beloved curse, your sin's dulcet craving indulged. To offer my essence scorching for your strokes, your temptress in ashes, passions wholly divulged.