There's smoke in the room... and you feel yourself submerge in imaginations... lost from the real world... The aroma... the taste... it reminds you of your sweetheart. You look at their photo and bite your lips. In a dark room the only lights are the street lights from outside and the light of your lighter and cigarette.
You look at your silhouette in the mirror and you see the cigarette pursed between your lips... the same lips... that desire the taste of not only cigarettes...but also of a lover....
You sit alone to savour the solitude...the privacy....your cigarettes...and most of all.... memories...beautiful memories...lustful memories... that make you bite your lip again...
With your final cigarette finished you get up from your seat and sit near the window.. and look at the night sky... the city lights... while the thorns around your heart press a bit more in your flesh... you bleed a bit... but you're habitual of it now... the pain...what you're not habitual of is the absence of your baby in your mouth....one that's fire and the other one that ignites it in you...
All you can think of is to breathe a puff of cigarette not from a cigarette but from their mouth...♡♡♡
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Desire
RomanceLove is the most beautiful curse you could ever give anyone because its beautiful when you have it and a curse when you don't.... Imagine smoking or drinking with dim lights and your favourite music playing.... Short random thoughts.♡♡♡ 908 in poems...
