What a great piece!
Your cigarette kisses,
They linger on my lips
Intense as colours wrapped in smoke,
It tastes like my memory of you.
Your tongue speaks for itself.
A fresh carton,
And anticipation for your touch.
You light one as it hangs from your lips,
Care free for all we exhibit.
Inhale. Exhale.
You paint a picture with tendrils.
Your breath is art
As it touches winter air.
You look at me as you extinguish the last spark,
And you smile so easily
And you lean in
And i sigh
I love you and your cigarette kisses.
–Kayla Jeannine
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