Allure

Never got the smoke

the retched stench

an aggravating choke

strikes your lungs with brutal force

fills your air sacs spontaneously

revealing its tarry

blurry exit through cough

owner stares with delight

orifices taking turns

clouding the air

validating its presence

I see not

feel not hope not I don't see the light

curios to look fly

the lure was indeed great

immense aesthetic pleasure

films protagonists

embracing it at every leisure

subconsciously sold

a sober thought

never knew the warmth

the rush

the calm before the storm

embracing your demise

accepting the repercussions

the most mundane adult choices

light up

never knew the bond

a random stranger

fiend turned friend

the serene closeness

momentarily , home

the romance of a bud light

tips embracing

small breath lights up the inferno

pure gesture to escape similar plights

aid a fellow's demise

no greater cause

a moments' pause

and all is right