9 November 2012
The grey smoke swirls up so pretty.
As i stand and smoke at the edge of the city.
The cylinder pleasure in between my lips.
I better be back inside before my boss flips.
Just a couple more puffs, a few more breaths.
A cigarette is a welcome guest.
The way i puff out smoke like a beast.
My lovely, gorgeous tobacco feast!
Smoking • Opuss № I