Rosewood stained cigarettes

When you share your lipstick stained cigarette with him, or rather them, what do you actually share ?

Are you inviting him to have a better view of your cleavage ? 

Reminding that you will always have her back ?

Asking them to share your vibe, look at the world with you ?

Providing them with an opportunity to comment and criticize?

Human beings aren't defined by their habits. Smokers are.

That night, amidst the rain, she grooved at the Covelong beach festival. They had tried to remain sane but what a borrowed stick containing nicotine could do, the others probably couldn't. The festival had a raw vibe. A night filled with music, french fries and lots of well dressed people. The sea played a huge role, of course.

When you share your lipstick stained cigarette with another person, what you actually do is a form of catharsis. You chose to socialize. You seek and you confess. 

They say, Cigarettes give you a form of strength, strength before you curl in bed with him.

She remembered the evening,  how he looked at her, those flirty eyes let her take a drag or two, while he was covered in softly woven clean sheets of hotel quilts. 

Do existentialism and cigarettes define the same thing?

Also, have you heard Cigarettes after Sex? 

Nothing's gonna hurt you baby

As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine..