I see the way you look at me when I reach for my cigarettes. You're eyes are glued to me from the moment I slide it out of the pack and light it up. You're weak for me and my smoke, mesmerized by the curls of smoke that escape from between my lips. Every inhale is pure bliss for me and for you.

I see the way you look at me when I reach for my cigarettes. You're eyes are glued to me from the moment I slide it out of the pack and light it up. You're weak for me and my smoke, mesmerized by the curls of smoke that escape from between my lips. Every inhale is pure bliss for me and for you.