The Love Hate Relationship Of Smoking Poem by Kimara Young

Have you picked me?
Out of all the others?
Good.
Now.
When you hold me be gentle.
You will be my first.
You will be my last.
You will be my only.
But I wont be any of those things for you.
I'll hate you for that later.
But, for now, i love you.
And i know you want me.
Now it's time to show it.
Kiss me.
Deeply.
Pull me into you.
Make me yours.
You sigh.
Liking the way I taste.
On your lips.
How I feel.
In your hands.
You want more?
Take it.
I'm yours to use at will.
Others ask about me to you.
You shake your head.
You don't want to answer.
Because then we would have to part.
For the moment, atleast.
But you can't stop.
Your want is to great.
I feel inside of you.
Your quivering.
You want more?
Take it.
But wait.
What's this?
Are we done?
Was our time together so short?
Do I mean that little to you?
For you to toss me aside for another?
With one last look you walk away.
And I die.
Or so you think.
This is when I begin to hate you.
Because you have had me.
I will have you.
From our breif time together.
I have learned.
I now know you inside and out.
And thats where you made your mistake.
Now I will strike back.
Slowly but surely.
You will remember me.
You will remember us all.
We have come for revenge.
And at your end.
We shall have it.