I Watch You From Across The Room

I watch you from across the room, sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

You light a cigarette and bring it up to your mouth, to your lips, slightly parted and inviting, kissing nicotine, enticing me as you exhale clouds of pure white smoke. Cherry hot and rosy cheeks.

And without you knowing it, you’ve seduced me, stoking the flames of my caged desire. Just one more slow drag to set me free.


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