Like a cigarette

Like a cigarette

A Poem by Rose Downing

I've been writing so little lately that I'm not as good as I used to be.

Yellow ora dipped in tragic Black.
As beautiful as Baphomet.
Jump to me now! Don't look back.
Smoke me like a cigarette.

I hate to admit that I feel so much.
I hope this will probably pass.
But I think all night about that touch.
I think about that mind and a*s.

Can you feel my mind reach you at night?
Can you sorcery my thoughts to you?
Flooding manna holds you tight,
I deny it to me too.

A pretty face is nothing at all,
Money even less yet.
But when I looked through your eyes.
You smoked me like a cigarette.
Your words smoke me like a cigarette.

© 2020 Rose Downing

Share This
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Added on April 25, 2020
Last Updated on April 25, 2020
Tags: Magick, baphomet, cigarette, poem, affair


Rose Downing
Rose Downing

The Road, OR

I've been traveling all my life throughout the pacific north west. I grew up mainly in cities, country ranches, country bars, cemeteries, and the burbs. I'm also fun at parties. I've won 1st place in .. more..