The Cigarette

You Suck.
Suck on me, as pure white as the moon with a fire-head.
Your lips curl round my exposed skin;
Softening my harsh lines with your curled smile.
I’m putty, my legs cotton; I droop under your steamy breath.
As you draw your breath in, I come closer.
You, you monster, you Hephaistos, stripping me of my white
White white beauty. Drawing the flames
Down my black tar body.
As you suck,
Suck, suck my fire down
Towards the very core of me-
I merely smile. You addict. You are addicted to me.
I am your Pandora. Your thick, supple hands craft me.
Turn me into a woman, darling. 

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