Another setting sun
and as the light starts to fade
I catch the last glimmer

then

she stands alone,
a light in the dark.

The smooth curves of her figure
accented by the glow,
illuminating from somewhere
deep within.

The haze swirling round her body,
keeps me up
in a cold sweat
with hot feelings

I might be in the back of her head,
she’s in the front of my mind

craving the feel.
(of the flowing hair)

Begging for another hit,
(of her perfume)

She is my addiction,
she is my cigarette.
all lit up,
she's my bad habit

Long, white legs
A thin ribbon about her
and those cherry lips.

It's something I'm trying to kick;
This obsession,
and it's going to be hard.

Too young to feel this old,
Just finished my last cigarette,
and the next one is already
on my mind.