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cigarettes..
I've gone off them since you left
well since I kicked you the fuck out!

But I feel like one.
I want to rub the tip lightly with my fingertip.
suck down that dirty air and fill myself with crap.
I am lonely.

can you believe that? I miss the fuck out of you-
just the fuck mind you, I'm rosy as hell and to be
honest it's the one thing you did well

I am not ashamed to say it,
and I know no matter what she thinks
a dial and a click and you'll be over here quick
chucking your pants to the floor and offering dick.

I think I might take it, if I wasnt into games
I would tease it out so well,
watching you dipping my finger in scotch
of course I can fix myself up while you watch
but I know what your like. You're dangerous
when you dont get what you want, and damn
those forceful strong hands holding me down
just waiting for you to turn me around
and put me down on the ground
grind and pound baby,
grind and pound...
and to piss me off you'd light up a smoke
grab my hair and turn my face up towards you,
blow smoke in my face and ripping off lace...
that was before I took up trash.

I smoked to level the field, You never
could understand my desire to match your possession;
now your dumped. Out with the rest of my bad habbits.
I put out the light for you.
Now I'm alone in the dark this is all I am missing,
the chance to fuck fight with you.

I look at the number on my phone
I dial... it rings once, I hang up.
I smile and light my cigarette...
You're on your way .