She is light and soft in touch, easy on the eye, wanted by many.
A complete package, you undress her with anticipation, when exposed you grab her butt and pull close till your lips come in contact.
Sparks fly igniting the intimacy and with a quick inhale her tongue dances around in your mouth.
Her presence and warmth penetrates your every fiber causing you to loose yourself in the moment.
With only short breaks between each kiss each more intimate then the last as you know this won’t last.
She burns up with red hot desire summoning a vertigo bringing you a step closer to ecstasy.
You tease and stroke her with your fingers as she playfully puts her hands around your throat elevating the feeling.
You realize this lustful encounter is nearing the end so you slow down but it’s futile as she is too far gone.
It’s a clocks habit to turn every second past of bliss into grey ash scattered in the wind.
And so, she disappears from your hands, you already miss her taste and the playful touch on your lips, conspiring when you will meet her again.
Then you check your pack of cigarettes, not as complete now, and know you can call on her at any moment.