we sat (for a little
longer than a little
while) beneath a
canopy of the blackest
satin and pinholes of
light, glittering in the
cool midnight air.

i could feel his gaze
following my every
move (the act of
lighting a cigarette had
never been more
agonizing). when he
finally spoke, his words
were heavy with desire
and deliberation:

"you know, it's really sexy
watching you smoke." those
words - the way he
said them - sent a shudder
through my whole body;

suddenly, i
was drawn to him by
some unseen force, lips
and limbs pulling like
magnets in the quiet
dark.