Blow me a kiss that smells like cigarettes
Sweet supple lips with nicotine on your breath
Loved how you picked me up, thrown me down and you know the rest
Cigarettes and sex
Your loving was the best
Wild flowing hair and a supple chest
Was so wrong, but felt so good
You held me down. Got me out the hood
But when you left you, you instilled a bad habit
Wanted your addictive love, but I could have it
Had to get the next best thing and the Newport's had it
"Loved the smell of nicotine on your breathe
And when you left
I stared smoking cigarettes"
~ Quand C'est
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Metaphors from Mars (Poetry)
PoetryMars: a symbol of conflict, desire, and passion Disclaimer: This "collection" is an archive of poetry and various ramblings from my teenage years. All poems were written between 2016-2024. Please enjoy the thoughts from last 8 years of my life.
