A flick of the lighter and the fire flares bright. Flame cherries the tip of My cigarette, tobacco transformed into embers. You watch, completely mesmerized as I take that first, deep drag. When I feel the smoke curl through My lungs, that rush of nicotine dazzling My veins - the pleasure is exquisite. You feel it too, don't you? The sight of Me with a cigarette cradled against My fingers is enough to make your pants feel too tight, desire overwhelming your weak, loser mind. The smoke dances through the air, tickling the soft ruby of My lips, and you want to breathe it in too - divine smoke, Goddess smoke, sensual and powerful and beautiful. I am everything you want and everything you can never have.