The sight of My smoke makes you tremble with desire. The way the filter of My cigarette dangles from My perfect red lips. The mischievous smile and the wicked glint in My eyes. All of it weaves together to consume your thoughts, your mind growing weak. All you feel is aching lust. You can't look away. When I laugh at your lust and exhale thick clouds of smoke, you whimper with desire. You are nothing but My smoke slut, addicted to My cigarettes. Addicted to Me