Je vais t’attendre, fumer Newport et penser à toi

There's something charming about the way smoke curls from my lips… especially when I know you're watching. I'm here, draped in these sleek black thigh-high boots, pulling a Newport from my cigarette case just for you. The drag is slow, deliberate… can you almost taste it? Watch as I fill my lungs, then let the smoke spill from my red-stained lips, swirling between us like an unspoken promise. You're far away, but this? This is our shared moment. Light up with me, baby. Let's make the distance fade with every exhale. Are you craving more than just the smoke? Tell me… does the way I hold this cigarette make you throb?