Smother
I can smell it from here
bitter and medicinal
held loose between your fingers,
embers glowing softly in the dark.
You take another drag
long and slow
leaning close to touch
your gently parted lips to mine.
Blowing hot smoke
into my lungs
it always tastes sweetest
from you.
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Very beautiful and effective poem, sexy even though it repels me as a non-smoker. Great job.
Outstanding– sensual and vulnerable!
Sometimes you gotta smoke em if you got em!
So visceral and sexy… love this one