smoke on lips

Smoke it up

Smoke it up
the mundane Monday
after a lazy Sunday
smoke it up
taste those lips
the ones dipped in esse lite
pull her hair and suck them tight
taste those lips
that burning desire
your soul on fire
there will be ashes
you take a shower in them
drip, drip, drip
rise from ashes
you are a phoenix
or thrust, of lust, a must
smoke it up
there will be a mist
around you, she will insist
let her blow
all over you, around you,
the cloud will taste of her
your fingers which reached her depths
before holding her cigarette
so she tastes herself
in between her lips, it’s you and yours
smoke it up

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