Cigarettes and Perfume

by Annie   Feb 11, 2010


You are thrilling, Love.

The smell that drives you insane,
You say its addicting, intoxicating.

Youre my muse,
the one Ill sing so loud to that the stars could hear me.
Your touch makes my stomach feel
As though a million butterflies were there.
I strive to see your smile,
And even act a fool
Every time I see you, sheer ecstasy
courses through my body.
The touch of your lips,
Pressed against mine, however cliche
Sends waves of pure passion
And emotion.
I feel everything, and I just cant stop.

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