Stella Pulls
Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. The same way she inhales them, draws the life from them, and sucks the air out of them.
Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She lures them in with her husky voice, the way she moves and the way she seems to be almost spilling out of her clothes. Her long, silky blond hair hangs in waves about her shoulders and men get dizzy in the ebb and flow of the locks while she walks through a room. They end up in a stupor and unable to talk.
Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She seems to hypnotize them with her soft, beautiful blue eyes. They stare, mesmerized, unable to break eye contact once they gaze deep into them. Their eyes glaze over as if in a trance.
Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She intoxicates them with her fragrance. She smells like honeysuckle and jasmine that wafts and hangs high in the humid summer air. She fills them with the scented elixir of her love. Dreams of Elysium fill their minds.
Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She has red, swollen lips that seem to pout and call them in. She runs her tongue over them carefully, like she is wetting them for a kiss. They stare and imagine how they taste, how they feel. They become unable to say a word, lips frozen.
Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She has a heavenly body that makes them like satellites. She becomes the sun to their planets. They revolve around and around and around her, in elliptical orbit.
Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She pulls and pulls and when she is finished, she looks at them. Just as easily, like one does at the end of the cigarette, she stubs their butts out. She finishes her cigarette, drops it and moves on to her next victim...errr, lover.
Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She seems to hypnotize them with her soft, beautiful blue eyes. They stare, mesmerized, unable to break eye contact once they gaze deep into them. Their eyes glaze over as if in a trance.
Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She intoxicates them with her fragrance. She smells like honeysuckle and jasmine that wafts and hangs high in the humid summer air. She fills them with the scented elixir of her love. Dreams of Elysium fill their minds.
Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She has red, swollen lips that seem to pout and call them in. She runs her tongue over them carefully, like she is wetting them for a kiss. They stare and imagine how they taste, how they feel. They become unable to say a word, lips frozen.
Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She has a heavenly body that makes them like satellites. She becomes the sun to their planets. They revolve around and around and around her, in elliptical orbit.
Stella pulls on her cigarette like she pulls on the hearts of all of her lovers. She pulls and pulls and when she is finished, she looks at them. Just as easily, like one does at the end of the cigarette, she stubs their butts out. She finishes her cigarette, drops it and moves on to her next victim...errr, lover.
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