She was the smoke that arose from the tip of my cigarette,
Covering me with her essence.
Insisting that I wrap my lips around her.
I held her tight,
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We no longer belonged to ourselves but each other. Their love is more united than ever. The two are one. Good poem. Sylva-Onyema Uba