I breathe you in deep
and taste you as you fill my lungs
your poison smoke seeps through me
circles in my every nerve
through every vein
tracing little tingles of pleasure
all over me
your caramel scent burns
into my fingers and stays
imprinted
on every inch of my skin
your taste envelopes my mouth
and lingers
like an unforgettable first kiss
sweet and surprising
all at once
as i exhale you
a calm sweeps through me—
and as you become my greatest addiction,
quitting you becomes impossible.
you are my bad habit.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
cigarette
Posted by izzati noris at 11:35 PM
Labels: mental offspring
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2 comments:
like niccotine addiction, worse because i keep on thinking you won't harm me like a drug would.
addicted nevertheless.
ps: i quit.
don't quit me.
i'll harm you slowly and quietly, i promise
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