I don’t know what it is. I love to watch you smoke. It is a turn on. I still don’t know what it is about it though; maybe it’s the way the smoke lingers in your mouth, the way your eyes seem to droop a little bit more, maybe it’s the face you make. You are happy. You are in slight paint. I like to watch you, you’re such a fascinating creature. You are beautiful and endless. The smoke flows, just like the emotions. That is what makes it so attractive. Smoke is like emotions we feel, it fades.