Sex and Cigarettes
In the sultry haze of the night,
As smoke curls around our silhouettes,
We succumb to the fire of desire
And let passion take its course.
Our bodies intertwine like vines,
Entangled in a dance of pleasure.
The smoke fills our lungs as we gasp,
Lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
It's the taste of forbidden fruit,
The rush of adrenaline,
The thrill of living on the edge,
Of embracing our wild nature.
For in this moment, all else fades away,
As we become one with the smoke,
One with each other,
In a sensual tango of sex and cigarettes.
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