Nicotine

I struggle to maintain my composure when you come around. I want nothing more than to feel you pressed against me, hard. Warm. I fantasize of the way your tongue tastes. The nicotine faint, reminiscent of the cigarette you lit just moments ago. I want to taste it, and scold you for ingesting such a toxic thing into your body. But you're just as bad for me. Bad in so many ways, you could be the death of me. A death i would welcome if i could only just hold you in my arms until the end.