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Call me! Mr. Cigar.
Who are you going to tell?
Enchant me! Mr. Cigar.
Smoke swirling like a love spell.
Kiss me! Mr. Cigar.
I won’t tell your lover.
Just puff... and whisper...
Hush now, Mr. My Man...
Let me put my lips on.
Mister!.... Your Cigar!
Hold me! Mr. Cigar
I feel a little dizzy.
Grab me... Mr. Cigar
Forget it, you’re not too busy.
-s.g.
xo,
Sheridan Guerrette
The Official Poetry Collection of WSS
