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Cigarettes

by  Meagan Hancock

 

She found kissing him like smoking cigarettes;

Regret filling each breath he took away.

Every kiss was another hit, she swore would be the last.

But he’d cast his net. She was addicted

To the burning sensation he left on her lips;

That spread to her body like wild fire.

Desire made it hard to say no.

No reason why, he only left destruction.

He said it was cool.

Pressing against her lips again.

She was all tension,

But here was the release.

And that was all fine until the pack was empty.

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