I remember you turning the other way when blowing out cigarette smoke. I don’t smoke and am even less fond of the second-hand kind, but I love tasting it on your lips when we kiss anyway.
Note: Originally posted at the imaginarium.
translating my thoughts into words and pictures, one cup of coffee at a time
I remember you turning the other way when blowing out cigarette smoke. I don’t smoke and am even less fond of the second-hand kind, but I love tasting it on your lips when we kiss anyway.
Note: Originally posted at the imaginarium.