Smoke

Can I be like
The whiskey you love to drink
And can I be
As addictive as the cigarette
In your mouth?
So smooth
Gliding down your throat,
Into the very depth of you.
I will warm you up from the insides
Where I am folded up
Inside the cloud of inhaled pleasure.
I will be where you
Can feel my existence.

I want to be like the smoke
Curling up at the corners of your lips
So I can pretend that I am a kiss.
And you kiss me again
And again
And again.

They are as close to you
As I want to be,
I will never be satisfied
Until I am in your blood
As often as you are in my thoughts.