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Version 3

I like the way
you smoke your cigarette,
the way you crinkle your brow
and pinch the butt,
staring intently into my eyes,
The way you drink is the same,
though whiskey paints a softer brow.

Twisting shapes kink and swirl
dancing by floating towards oblivion
Through the ephemeral haze
you undress me with
With those eyes.

I wonder what
it would taste like,
that mix of cigarettes
and whisky sour
wrapped inside your mouth.

I watch as your lips
hold my gaze captive,
Consumed
By the aroma of
your heady flavors,
hungry, I wait...

Version 2

I like the way
you smoke your cigarette,
the way you crinkle your brow
and pinch the butt,
staring intently into my eyes,
Through the ephemeral shapes
that kink, swirl and float by,
dancing on their way to oblivion.

The way you drink is the same,
though whiskey paints a softer brow,
the white's glaze darting
as you undress me with
smokey grey eyes.

I wonder what
it would taste like,
that mix of cigarettes
and whisky sour
wrapped inside your mouth.

I watch as your lips
hold my gaze captive,
Consumed
By the aroma of
your heady flavors,
hungry I wait...

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V1 before beaves Asks those awesome questions!

I like the way
you smoke your cigarettes
The way you crinkle your brow
and pinch the butt staring
intently into my eyes
Watching the ephemeral shapes
kink, swirl and float by
dancing on their way to oblivion.

The way you drink is the same
though whiskey paints
a softer brow
The white's glaze darting
as you undress me with
Those smokey grey eyes.

I wonder what it would taste like
That mix of cigarettes
and whisky sour
Wrapped inside your mouth

I watch as your lips
hold my gaze captive
Discontented permeating
In the your heady flavors
Hungry I wait...