The naked body, the cigarette and the hat - my personal definition for the verb must. Pressing my lips around the cigarette's tail, inhaling deep, deeper. Feeling the thick smoke inside me, filling me better than any lover could, inflating my lungs like some colorful inflatable beach toys. The taste I yearn, printing itself on my tongue, stinging and, immediately after tickling my lips as it comes out, shaped into little, little clouds. It pleases me, it's the genesis of my smile. It triggers endless endorphins, chains of molecules that weave a sparkly rug of merriment inside my brain. My body needs the smoke, claims it like air, the roots of addiction curl inside me and push me into inhaling more, more, to the very end of the cigarette, where the smoke is harsher, almost like sawdust. Keywords: amedee-vause, amedeevause, smoking, smoke-fetish, smoke-play, cigarette, Marlboro, cork-filter, slow-exhales, artistic-exhales, artistic-smoking, black-hat, naked, big-tits, big-natural-tits, big-boobs, boobs, nude, hairy-pussy, hairy-bush, erotic, art-porn, classic-smoking, eye-contact.