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...

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 with pleasure that only my cigarette can give me. The creamy white smoke inside my red shiny lips. My satisfaction and happy smile consumes you. The sounds of my smoking make it hard to listen to anything else, make it hard to even want to listen to anything else. Takes you to another place. Join me. Surrender to me and my leather gloves and glossy lips.