Treasure Island

Kelly Seale

(12-17-1958 / Norfolk, Va. USA)

'Smoke'


Your seduction's so subtle, your effect on me so sweet,
You dance on air, and consume me with your fire,
I feel your touch, and oh…I feel your heat…
You've captured my soul, you fill me with desire.
Your kiss, the kiss of sweet death,
Tastes like heaven's hell…
The more I taste you, the more I crave you,
And I'm sucked into your warm embrace.
And as you dance…your curves, your smile,
The delicate, deadly way you move…
I'm drawn to your decadent fragrance,
I'm hooked on your darkness,
I'm hooked on your groove.
I'd follow you anywhere, for just another taste of you,
I'm locked within death's tight grip,
As you lead me to the chopping block…
I can feel my heart quicken, I can feel myself slip,
I can't stop now, as I welcome your kiss of death…
And I gladly place my head in the guillotine,
As I take one last taste, one last breath…
And inhale of your sweet nicotine-
I choke... on your
Smoke.

Submitted: Thursday, January 31, 2013
Edited: Friday, February 01, 2013

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