She was with a friend, when we were out one night.
There was a spark, and the moment felt right.
I got bold and she was on fire.
She touched my lips and unleashed a desire.
Soon, she became every breath of mine.
With her, I was always on a smoky cloud number nine.
Every moment I craved for her,
Countless moments I saved for her.
Soon occurred to me, she had to go.
As I was reaping, what I did sow.
My friends and family parted with me.
As I was an addict and the reason was she.
Parting was difficult, difficult as hell.
But was ringing hard, the danger bell.
She left me with a longing, longing for more.
Often in desperation I went knocking, door to door.
Now when I see her touching someone else’s lip.
I feel her need and loose my grip.
I have to say it out loud, say it without regret.
I badly miss you my
CLASSIC ULTRA MILD CIGERETTE.
by
Pradeep Soni
