Smoker’s Lounge

Temptation, anticipation…

The waiting is over

His tongue slips along the crook of her back

As his hand slides up the back of her thigh

The fine hairs on her neck stand on end

As he grasps her firm ass

He reaches across sucking on her erect nipples

He caresses her stomach

Sliding himself across her waiting lips

Her eyes close with lust

He ignites

She fills herself with a cloud of his smoke

Lasting forever

Holding it for an eternity

Her toes curl up, her thighs shake with pleasure

She exhales

No guilt…ends to quickly

A protected fuck?…

No, a filtered cigarette