Strong cigarettes like the papirosa type are a real treat for me. I enjoy their strong, stingy aroma that hits my lungs like a hammer and I also enjoy their unique design, the white, long cardboard filter. I'm completely naked and I feel so good you can read that on my face like in an open book. Initially I won't inhale all the smoke, for the pretty effect it produces when it exits my mouth, that milky thick texture I found specific to this particular type of cigarettes. This is my relaxation moment, so I intend to enjoy it fully, without hurrying or finishing the cigarette too fast. There's a black table near me, there's a scallop ashtray on it, and at some pint it crosses my mind that I should do some tit dropping on the black table, for contrast. The smoke fills my mouth like a french kiss, and, just like a lover, I love to feel it inside me. Unfortunately these cigarettes end at some point, like normal cigarettes, despite of my believing that they're somewhat magic. I wish that they'd never end, I dream of not having to extinguish the butt, pressing it into the ashtray, I feel sorry for the cigarette that ceased to exist, but brought me so much satisfaction.