Puff of Smoke

My thristy lips,
the one  kissing her.
Emptiness of time, inhaling in smoke.
Puffs of white cloud, facing me around;

My passionate fingers,
the one holding her.
Sweetness of past, delving in smoke.
Ashes of dormant Volcano, falling on ground;

My foamed lungs,
the one breathing  her.
wings of desires, duding in smoke.
joyed warm air rising high, and cheerless ashes falling to ground;

By Neil (Copyright @ People’s Post)

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