Of smokes and kisses

i'm convinced this isnt meant to be written down. it got erased, twice. this is the best i could do to retrieve it, not as half as good (for me) as the original though-

the lips curve up in smile

as the memory clogs up the mind.

behind closed lids

the smell is pungent

of smoke

his tongue probes in

heavy with the last draw of smoke

while his fingers

hasty and strong

creates ripples down the body.

just the memory

is enough

to start that chills in her stomach

that travels its way down.