Smoking is a wonderful, sensuous pleasure.
Smoking, I wait
for the man I love
behind the glasses
of gaily-colored windows.
And as I smoke,
my life does not burn away
because, on the drifting smoke
i tend to get sleepy...
Lying on the chaise-longue
smokinbg and loving...
To see my lover
gallant and solicitous,
to feel his lips
kiss with knowing kisses
and the gallant play
to feel with more desire
when I see his eyes
hungry for pleasure.
That´s why, with my joy by my side
smoking is my paradise.
Give me the smoke from your mouth,
come on, you know it drives me mad.
quick, I want to go mad
with pleasure,
feeling that warm
of the intoxicating smoke
that ends up kindling
love´s burning flame.