I can't help lighting up. The spark, the heat, that first sizzle as the tobacco and paper catches fire...and then that first curl of sweet, stinging smoke. The way my red lips wrap around the filter. Each cigarette fulfils my femme fatale fantasies, and soothes my nicotine cravings. The ash grows longer as I describe the beautiful burn, blowing smoke out between pursed lips. Lean in, and inhale my exhale.