Girls who smoke at dawn
Have the slow movements, fingers numb
Vague
Hovering blue swirls on the nose
This quick movement of the phalanges and fierce
touching the mouth
Rejecting the neck back
Sculpting clouds in the air
Girls who smoke at dawn
evaporate after love
Girls who smoke at dawn
wear perfume a bit heavy
fumes of sandalwood scents
the metallic taste
They have those eyes glowing
Who make men indecent
They are going to burn their fires
Like butterflies feverish
Girls who smoke at dawn
We burn a little each day
girls who smoke the small Font
day lil 'hole in the velvet
Sofas where they languish
Promising to other taste delights
Prefer silently
Smoke pitching and dancing
As pods that fall apart at the option of
breath, chills
Girls who smoke at dawn
have no need of rhetoric
Girls who smoke at dawn
Tomorrow I stop always say
