His Black Powder Cigar
Once had a boyfriend handsome,
he had a black motorcycle that roared;
oh, how we soared down the highway wild and carefree,
he loved black powder cigars and whiskey;
I admit the smell was divine.
Oh yeah, he was dark and tattered,
wrapped in a cloak of smoke earthiness;
his gunslinger cigar was a mix of peppers and chocolate,
deep and rich with a delicious sweetness;
not to forget, he looked sexy.
The years passed and we lost track,
but I never forgot this handsome guy;
I heard that he had died of throat cancer from smoking,
his black powder delicious cigar- sad;
that something sexy will kill.
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November 7, 2018
Poetry/Free Verse/His Black Powder Cigar
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1083-425-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Black Powder
sponsor, Anthony Slausen
Fifth Place
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