I say no
I'd rather watch her
She giggles
Smiles
Looks at me
Takes a cigarette from my packet
Places it between her lips
Takes the lighter from my hand
Moves it up towards her mouth
And lights the cigarette
She inhales
Then exhales
Inhales
Exhales
And slowly
It begins to dawn on her
That there is such a thing
As a smoking fetish
She's not an internet perv like me
But somehow I suspect she's just as dirty.
She looks at me
More studiously
As if to figure out my next move
It is towards her
Into her personal space
To take the cigarette from her hand
Draw on it
And hand it back to her.
I wish I wasn't shaking quite so much.
But she doesn't mind.
In fact, I think she quite likes it.
I retreat
Out of her personal space
So that I might once again watch her
From a voyeuristic distance.
She inhales
Exhales
And this time she reaches out a hand
So that neither one of us has to impose
Upon the other.
I take her outreached hand
Move it up towards my mouth
And kiss it.
I take her index finger
And kiss it.
Her middle finger
Kiss that too.
Her ringed finger
I kissed that too.
And her little finger?
I nibbled on that.
And it was at that moment that her husband
With whose ring, he she wed
Poked his head around the door
To tell her she was needed
In the store
And there she left me
Huffing and blowing
And begging for more.
