Light Me Up Like A Cigarette

Light me up like a cigarette. Roll my name around your mouth and tongue the idea of me. Take a long draw on the thought of me. Flick the ash off to the side, flick it as if you need it to go away as if it would leave me exposed. Light me up like a cigarette and let the smoke bellow into your atmosphere, allow me to seduce you like a smoke signal. Light me up, again and again. Light me up like a cigarette and inhale the length of me, exhale the satisfaction. Inhale. Exhale. Light me up. Light me up. Kiss me like you'd kiss the filter of your cigarette, an addictive kiss of wanting the long cool feeling of the entire entity within you. Feel me in your lungs, puffing towards something concrete. Light me up like a cigarette. Keep me close to your heart, like the pack of ciagrettes in your inside lapel pocket, close to your heart. Feel the smooth packaging of me lightly bounce across your chest, inside your lapel jacket, as you walk to a location to light me up. Light me up. Light me up. Enjoy me like your cigarette, savour me. Light me up with a liquid of intoxication colours on the rocks. Light me up in the low light, with the bass booming against your thighs. Light me up in the morning, after you awak and see the sun. light me up in the afternoon while the people cross the street. Light me up over a late night cup of coffee, under the stars, while the moon spotlights you. Light me up with you. Light me up like a cigarette. Light. Me. Up. Cigarette lover.