Not cigar or cigarette
It's the beedi
A thin small tobacco product
Famous all over South Asia
Specially in lower class society
Beedi behaves like a girl friend
with a smoker
When a man lights beedi for smoking
She becomes hot and sexy
Sentimental and moody too.
She expects very special care
Special attention
She wants frequent kiss on her buttock
If he does not give
it hurts her sentiment
Her mood goes off
Becomes angry …
Refuses to co-operate
And often sleeps without notice
But smoker never losses his patience
He tolerates her from all angles
And enjoys her nicely
Till she exhausts.
(Wild Flower)
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