Like a cigarette

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

Yellow ora 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 that I feel so much.
I hope this will probably pass.
But I think all night about that touch.
I think about that mind and a*s.

Can you feel my mind reach you at night?
Can you sorcery my thoughts to you?
Flooding manna holds you tight,
I deny it to me too.

A pretty face is nothing at all,
Money even less yet.
But when I looked through your eyes.
You smoked me like a cigarette.
Your words smoke me like a cigarette.