Monday, January 10, 2011

My lungs ache, tongue craves
That enticing poison, bitter to taste
Forlorn despair seeps through my eyes
My mind reeks of it.
I need it... the desire burns deep,
Consuming ration, caressing and engulfing all other thought.
I want to feel the smooth smoke running down my throat
Pouring over a willing pair of lips.

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