The deep throated kiss,
Tasted of half burnt cigarette,
And some smoky feeling,
Just like old days,
When the smell of half burnt coal,
Smelt delicious to the nose,
Harbinger of good food,
Now just some distant dream.
I buried myself more deep,
Into the kiss,
Immersed in a sensuous flow,
The world of smoke and cream.
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