The first time I touched your skin
You felt like my first sin
You tasted like autumn on my lips,
but your hands felt like summer on my hips
Your finger grazed my tounge that danced with smoke
You said no drug could make you feel like this
I told you to inhale whilst I placed your open palm on my trembling heart
I laid as bare as the flame we held in the middle of the moon lit dark
I tried not to crumble under your heat, but your fingers melted through, coated me in your embers and I still burn for you.
You didn't stay long enough to soothe my scorched skin
You tried to mask my scent with someone else's perfume
But I know you smell me on your body sometimes.
I know you itch for my hands at night.
No amount of smoke can fill the emptiness I feel inside
My first love, my first sin,
reduced me to ashes, 
you reduced me to nothing.
You set me ablaze
and I burnt out like my first cigarette whilst you left me
high
and 
dry.