Nicotine
Back and forth
Taking drags as I make him writhe
With pleasure
As my hips continue to roll
In figure eights
He lost it
We lost it
Control
His smoke desecrated the rolling papers
He cried out
Lust taking over
Dark hair with the same cigarette
Almost invisible
Head in shoulder
The nicotine pleasure
Overriding objective thinking
The smoke destroying internal judgment
Integrity
Rolling paper wrapping
Around the tobacco
Tight
It's too much for him
He had to ignite
I feel the smoke
I feel the addiction
I feel the smoke envelop me
Let the pleasure encase you.
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