i move my menthol cancer stick
to my lips and inhale.
we seem to roll down main street.
suddenly we lose speed
as my blonde curls bounce to the side
turning my head towards his house.
black etnies sneak out the bottom of his door
and its an eternity before
i see both of his shoes.
his knees peak out of his torn jeans.
i finally see on of his hands,
those strong, but soft hands
i would die to have all over me.
from behind that big white door
i see the bottom of his t-shirt.
the rainy sky matches it's color.
atlast i see his face.
i've never seen anyone make
a stocking cap so sexy.
he reaches into his jeans
to light the cigarette
that was placed between his lips
which otherwise, would form
the most amazing smile youd ever see.
and when my neck could turn towards him no more,
i looked towards the road.
then i took a hit of my cigarette,
as soon as times was back.

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