From across a dark and lively room
Her eyes catch to his
Lips gently caressing the brown
Paper wrappings
Of a bittersweet treat.
His cheeks depress concavely
As he draws in smoky air
Sucking in the flavor
From a moistened
Cylindrical tube of foreign pleasure.
From afar, the two minds meet.
An eyebrow lifts as if to
Call him hither.
Yet he does not respond
But with a wink and a tempted grin.
The smoking has begun.
A gentle pulse grows into the night
Until she trembles for his touch
And the flame is struck from his
Tongue pressed and flickering upon hers.
She unwraps her own fleshy cigar,
Tugging at the leather, clasping
Its denim wrapper shut tight.
When he stands disrobed before her
She takes him into her mouth,
Sucking in, as he had his smoky air,
Until she tastes his murky bitterness
In her cheek, whereupon
They both lie wasted.
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