(date unknown)
Sometimes a cigar
Is just a cigar,
But maybe not this time,
She seeking a place
To party on a memory
Of an experience
She once had,
A need to get right
What went wrong,
How to take the cigar
Ion her mouth,
How to let the smoke linger,
Swirl, bite the edge of her tongue
How not to choke,
The way she did before,
Taking pleasure in the thought of it,
Reshaping of it,
The feeling of it inside her,
The man and the shade of brown
She gets both of each time she sucks,
An acquired taste, glorious
Once achieved,
Repeated over and over,
Letting that first memory fade,
Like smoke disappointing,
Smoke oozing out from between
Her puckered lips
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