In a love fix, he was your puff for evermore.

From your pack of lovers

he was selected,

while you lit his love,

he burned for you,

as you took him in.

But in the slow draw,

he was slowly extinguished

in your exhale, a puff

now reduced to ashes

on your stamp of approval.

When you had finished,

the smile from your drag

diminished, he was gone,

but he left you

coughing for more.