Cigarette Faith
I have stumbled across
A hidden pleasure
That lays deep
Within your sole presence,
Day by day
I grew a follicle relationship
With your own lips and mine,
Together we glide
High in the clouds of grey and white
Hunger my lust
And starve my cravings
I grow an appetite for
Your own beauty of touch
I have stumbled across
A hidden attraction
That falls into my hands
Crucially I crush my heart
One puff at a time
I push my pellicle shell
To remain still for one second
ONE
Then my eyes shut
As the paper decays from
The noose of ashes being dumped
“I got a love Jones, for your body
And your skin tone”
I frame my dividend motion
And notion a ocean to crash
Splash waterfalls
Down your bank stream
And mirror your actions
With your personality
I like how you make me feel
Somewhat wanted and delighted
I also like how
You caress my lips and mind
With your clouds of joy
Your smell chases me…
From sunrise to sundown
Haunting yet taunting
…. with such laughter and a smile
ARGH this burdened pressure
Settles in with a migraine
I can’t take this anymore
I got have you PLEASE!
Understand this urgency
Please deliver the deed
I melt slowly
In remorse off this Jones
I crave for a cloud of joy
That lies deep within your body
Slit my lungs clean
Just to drag for another draft
I art a craft…
For my lips to engulf you’re body
Box my eyes closed
To keep such thoughts away
Slay these demons please…
Make them all go away
I shiver from Mr. Jones
And shake from within my bones
My heart is iterated but its gets blacker than before
This pain is too strong to fight
I white flag the army of nicotine
As I place her down slowly
The men in white place me with handcuffs
I am sentenced to rehab
For a yearning to decay
So that I can one day breathe the right way
Please accept my apology…