Another one

I watched her from waves of smoke.
She was lost,
Her hair messy, lips apart in ecstacy,
Her breasts swinging in flared passion.
I was her individual audience
For she was riding me.

Another one, I smiled
And kept smoking, numbing my lungs.

She was tiring for she was liberating,
A chilling tranquility descended as she lay exhausted
Yet my thoughts remained fragmented
The darkness I survive on,
No one could penetrate, till date.