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.