Vice

Slowly I lick my lips.

I lick the tip.

Smooth

I inhale and light it

I exhale and smile

I like the feel of

the thick

stogie in my mouth

The scent is intoxicating

My vice

I drink my glass of

Riesling

I smile

I put the cigar

back in my mouth

I smoke

I exhale

Oblivious to the fact

that my vice

bothers him

I smile

I puff

Too bad

I think as I drink

He’ll just have to get used to it

Cause I’m not giving up my vice

 

 

This post was written as part of the Daily Post. The word was vice.

 

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