Like a cigarette

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

Yellow aura 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 I feel so much;
I hope this feeling will pass.
But I think all night about that touch,
I think about that mind. That a*s.

Can you feel my spirit reach you at night?
Can you conjure my thoughts to you?
Flooding manna holds you tight;
I deny it’s true.

A pretty face is nothing at all,
Money even less, and yet...
When I looked into your eyes,
You smoke me like a cigarette.
Your words smoke me like a cigarette.