One sided love affair

Take me out from the journey of unreasonable passion.

I've never been so obsessed on something, yet lately I have this feeling of being possesed by an outside force, the urge is too hard to resist by mere glimpse of you.

What's in you..?

My fingers tremble when I get held of you, and when you're in my lips, once the sparked get into the tip of your lean body, I get aroused and shivered, you never failed to stimulate my senses. When stress stikes, you're valued than prozac as things tend to get brighter and lighter.

You are easily consumed, no foreplay needed, all it takes a spark, your petite body fired in microseconds and we both reach the arousal level easily, it's so fast, and left me crave for more, and more, and more. You defy logic, you disregard what is just and good. You're weak in flesh, vulnerable, genorous yet so selfish.

You came into different colors, sizes and flavors and that makes you very alluring. Your charm can easily fool anyone, regardless of sexes and ages. Once you got into the nerve, there's no way for you to stop wrecking havoc, you comfortably demolishing the fragile organs of my body, you are worst than anesthetic. Skinning you off is a sweet torture and I always end up the loser.

You doped a lot, and even outwit the savviest minds, and you never stopped, even lured many to addiction and death.

Many have tried to curb the urge of you. Some succeeds, some fails. You are stubborn and provocative, withdrawing from you would never be as easy as trowing off your butt anywhere. You're a curse, but loved by so many.

Ahhh...cigarette, this love affair is one sided...you made me fell in love. You gave me your skin and yet you got my flesh in return.

And the worst thing you're boldly doing is that you smoke many souls to obscurity.