the best cigarette I ever tasted filled my fragile lungs on a rainy sunday night
wearing your old tye dye shirt
i stood beneath its' sensuality
letting each drip slide down my legs with delight
between me
covering me
the rain gently singing the background to each thrust
your kisses landing on my terrain
I scream for you to keep going
I gasped for breath
a precursor to the best cigarette I ever had
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