Just another one in a long line
Of final cigarettes.
And like every other time,
They’re placing their bets,
That you won’t be the last.
And yes, before you,
There were many, many more.
But you are the one, my only, my true.
This time, with you, I’m sure.
Only you can fulfil my desire,
And it’s only you that can light my fire.
And I will light yours.
You will complete me, where all those others have failed.
And I will leave you spent, used up.
©2015 Lucy Peacock