Love Blossoms

I must admit

you look so damn hot

when you smoke

even though I hate

everything about

your bad habit.

With your lips

pursed just so

and fingers delicately

holding a cigarette,

you smolder

with sex appeal.

But nonetheless

I want you to quit;

no man of mine

will be addicted

to anything but

the nicotine of my taste.

You look even sexier

with your fingers

wrapped around mine

and puckered lips

urgently awaiting

my fiery kiss.

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