Born a smoker, in the smoke of winter, smoke thick as snow, dark light coming though the window. Russian cigarettes, old like war. Their taste rough, coarse, the taste of raw tobacco. Tasty, mouth-watering, long ribbons of saliva drool over the bloomed, bare nipples. Round my earrings are, round as the year round, their metal cold, hard like frozen earth. A woman made of longing for cigarettes, her black lungs inside her inflating, coated in smoke. Tickle tickle inside my throat, smoke blown out, clouds clouds clouds. A headdress of smoke, micro-ashes lighter than the thinnest air. Floating. Snowing. Looking thought the smoke you see my hair gray, as you were looking though time. Hair gray and body young. Heart leaping in my young, vernal chest, under the round, rich as a harvest, boobs. Keywords: amedee-vause, amedeevause, smoking, cigarette-smoking, smoking-fetish, smoke-play, thick-smoke, dark, black, papirossa, russian-cigarettes, fetish-art, erotic, cleavage, big-tits, big-natural-tits, big-boobs, boobs, erotica, fetish, poetic, vamp, classic-smoking, 4K-UHD.