Cigarette by Velvet Stallion

Cigarette

Author: Velvet Stallion

You invite me to coffee.

Nothing fancy.

A latte, skim, no foam.

I'm early, always.

Your entrance is always grand to me.

We take our drinks to a table.

Outside, the air is fresh.

We sit.

And talk.

There are no expectations.

Just a coffee.

We talk of little things.

No pressure.

You light a cigarette.

So unaware....

You smoke.

We talk.

You sip your coffee.

I envy your cup.

Each time it touches your lips

I tense.

The weather.

The day.

The news.

We talk.

You finish your cigarette.

So careful not to let the smoke

Come towards me.

You discard your end.

You reach for your purse.

You take out a spray.

I stop your hand with mine.

You look at me oddly.

My eyes implore you.

You put the spray away.

I lean towards you,

I kiss you.

My tongue slips between your lips

And you allow me

I taste your mouth,

The faint trace of the cigarette

Still there

And I am so happy.

I do not want the cigarette,

But anything that touches you,

I want to taste.

Because it will taste of you.

The smoky flavor,

On your tongue,

Fills my mouth.

My reaction is instant,

And powerful.

This is all I will have of you tonight,

And it is enough.

The taste of your cigarette,

On your mouth,

Shared with me.