A cigarette does not come close to you
and it's certainly not metaphorically correct
in describing the lust
and addiction
to your touch.
Nicotine eats me alive -
you eat me wild, so
I crave and I crave
the heat you use.
Entropy kills me
I'm such a hot mess
ice cubes,
perfume,
maybe a mint
or two
to cover up the aroma
of me falling in love with you.
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Bethany Louise Rose
21st March 2015
@ 1:33 am
