Surrender to my smoking cigarette and let my lips exhale the smoke that will bring you to your knees. Today I light my cigarette slowly, letting the ember illuminate my gaze while you turn my ashtray over and remain still, ready to serve me. Each drag is a silent command… each puff of smoke, an order you obey without question. I decide when you breathe. You exist only to beg for this smoke, and to serve my desires, surrender to my pleasure.