I, cigarette
Ah, here she is. She scrambles with this damn box I'm stuck in, just trying to get a hold of me. There you are, my love, now all you have to do is pick me up by the butt(ocks) and light me up...Struggling, are we? Your fingers are so lumbersome sometimes. I do rather like when you make an effort, though, painting them to perfection so that your index and middle fingers look amazing as my smoke swirls around them! And ooh, I get such a heady feeling as you take a long drag, then slowly flick my head right off. The way your lips caress me with each breath is, oh, I don't know, I'm starting to blush. And there you go and flick my shoulders away. I really hate you sometimes! Why won't you just leave me alone in my box with my mates? We laugh, chat, play silly games...then again, to slowly die as you hold me close is all I ever dream of.