I'll be waiting

Dear Love,

Resist thinking of me when you see fire, instead, inhale me in your lungs just a few seconds more before you exhale my memory. I slipped my hands down the curves of your waist, resting them between your knees to the spot on your thighs that made you twitch.
As you sleep I study the parts of you that will still glisten in the dawn light when I am gone. My saliva leaving a faint reminder of my tongue that scaled across your skin. The cold wet traces of a long lustful night that followed a chance encounter. With cigarette in hand, I led you outside. It was my way of tricking you with my own poison. In truth, I am much more potent than what was wrapped tightly in white paper. I lit you on one end, allowing you to smolder. And with the help of fire you smoked me raw. How does it feel to lose all oxygen? You followed a complete stranger and in small talk and clever lines I became a night you will wish to forget. More dangerous than any tobacco, my own nicotine seeps into your veins and through your blood. Every inch of you will itch for me. Every muscle will tense and pull under the weight of my hands. Every moment I spend here you become less successful at quitting me. We both know there will be plenty more packs to smoke, all with their own additives and brand names; but it was me tonight that burned so sweetly and stuck to your taste buds. I wont be here for you to light when you wake, and with my absence the idea of an "us" will go up in smoke. This letter is long enough to read during a cigarette break and too short to cause burning eyes; it is my way of saying goodbye. I am nothing more than quick pleasure and delightful stress reliever. I can never be your addiction and I am not a fan of withdrawls. Thankfully I will be able to wash the smell of stale cigarettes out of my clothes, but just so you know, the thought of your hazel eyes will linger for days.

Me