My finger that traced his lips
The sensation of that touch
The scent, the heat, his voice
His eyes as he watches me
Looking at me intensely
So near that I could feel
From the tip of my toes
As he held me in his grasp
And he finally leaned in
I flinched from the bitterness
My eyes tearing, I refused to
Let go, my hands clenching
Wanting to close the distance
It was a kiss that tasted of tobacco.