The Next Cigarette-11-08-08/6:01pm
Licked by the tip of the amber tongue before it slips back into it's dark plastic home, Slowly engulfed to ashes as it brings bittersweet pleasure to the mass of flesh on the other end. Like all great loves before it... It inflicts sweet pain to it's tempoary owner. Never to be tamed, Never allowing another to own... It's damage left unseen til it's too late. It gets under one's skin, An addiction refusing to be controled. Within minutes it will disappear like many that came before, Another will... Sign in to see full entry.