My heart is fire and your hands are the lighter You can cast it aside or keeping me as a flicker The way you lit your cigs is classic And though I am a part of it, You still got sole power to control every bit It was not that thin like any other kind Coming right off the clean white pack, It was tiny and thick; compact With scant of paper left on the end side You’re letting my fire kiss it hastily Only to have more time For your lips to devour it leisurely, Slowly, gently, it burns and burns And it keeps on burning Seven minutes straight before you harshly put it out Much less time than what others prefer to drag But the smell, oh the smell is haunting To the very core, it is intoxicating Tingle in the throat; crisp to my nose And, oh, how every air that tastes like that Injects pieces of you into my blood at maximum dose All of it is white with a hint of aureate All of it is you; taking a poison like it was your last breathe Between you...