Midnight Cigarette

Your gorgeous

With your naked sculpted limbs
Sprawled on my ochres of Egyptian cotton

The aphrodesiac of cinnamon swallows our minds;
Takes it's effect
Secures our creativity

As our limbs sweat and move in unison
Under fire in the sweet linen
Your tongue between my thighs
The arch of my back in your palms
And the prickling hair on your legs
    Create wondrous sensations

Lie and tell me you love me
Run your hands through my valleys and mountains
Kiss my smothered lips
And tell me lies, whisper them in my ear

Pretend that you care for me

Me , this woman that sacrifices
Her benevolent love
For your cold lustful touch
To your open blinded eyes
To your pulsating length, in which every thrust and stroke
ravishes every shred of her dignity

Blow out the scent of cinnamon
Let the aroma of our tryst and our sweat
And the odor of tobacco stain the air


Don't worry about telling me empty words;
Kill the butt
Leave me splayed, crying on my tobacco rancid hair.

Call a cab and maybe
You'll love me the next time we meet