There’s something about the color red, it makes us hungry... I crave a cigarette, what do you crave when you watch me dressed in red? My smoking? Me? Both? My long red leather gloves holding the long white cigarette, looks like poetry. I get the matches and light my cigarette, that sound is like music. It consumes you, you can’t look away, think on anything else but me smoking. My glossy red luscious lips around the white filter, making it red too. What would you want me to make red? Your lips? Something else? You can dream... and you certainly do, don’t you? I am so close... my face filled... Show more