Cigarettes should not smell and be so bad. They exist to be homoerotic and cool.
So I can stand under a flickering street lamp late at night with smoke curling around me and tempt some poor thing closer.
So I can share drags of one with my best friend on the back porch, fingers brushing and lingering everytime we pass it back n forth.
So I can have a somewhat rude, but very hot guy blow smoke in my face and coo something condescending. And then watch him grind it out under his boot while wishing that were me.
So I can āforgetā my lighter and have to light it by pressing the tip of it against the tip of someone elseās, faces way too close together, sharing our breath and chaste glances, before we pull away and act like nothings wrong