Nicotine Poem by Nicholas Peter

The cigarette smoke,
hangs low from your mouth,
and it wafts down like evening fog.

A simple glance over at me,
with those eyes,
kills me in a flash.

You walked over,
and I shied away,
keeping my usual demeanor.

It was simple really,
a kiss,
a small touch of the lips.

Nothing could've been harder to achieve,
but worth it to receive,
those nicotine-quality lips.

I tasted your smoke,
and walked away,
a small grin and a raised fist.