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They were walking down their usual path, their usual spot when he suddenly told her that he felt like he wanted to smoke. On hearing this, all the scenes that she fantasized of him smoking a cigarette started to flash in front of her eyes and she had started to get lost in them. In her lost state of mind, she blurted out the words “Do it”. She had never smoked a cigarette nor does she ever intend to so. She would often accompany her friends whilst they smoked their cigarettes and she would observe them. The way they would hold their little friends in between their fingers and the way they’d let the fumes of grey flow out of their nostrils and mouth. It was as if each one was having this conversation with the stick of nicotine in a language that only the two would understand. It was rather romantic to watch such an interlude, it was redamancy. She, then, walked with him to the cigarette store to get him a cigarette and watched one of her most visualized fantasies of him come to life. There he was, with the subtle light from the lamp making his skin look glistened with sweat. He held his cigarette waiting for his turn to light. She patiently waited and listened to him talk about how he gets high on cigarettes. He was standing there with his back turned towards her, lighting that white stick of nicotine which was held by his supple lips and gentle fingers. His eyes focused on the other end of the cigarette where the flame slowly lit his cigarette and sent the nicotine up his bloodstream. He turned back, looked at her and they walked to a better spot for the night. She watched him smoke while they walked and all she felt was her heart melt and eyes crave the man inhaling and exhaling the subtle fumes.
His eyes were full of intense emotion and so were hers. The way he’d hold the cigarette between his fingers, it was sensual. The way he’d put his lips to the cigarette and let out the smoke, it was purely sexy. It was sublime. It was seductive. For the first time, she had been seduced by the interlude of a very handsome man and his mild cigarette. She watched him in awe as he gently tapped his cigarette to drop the ash. She felt lost in the dreamiest sight she had ever seen. It was cinematic, sensual and one of a kind and so was the man. He looked at her and she looked at him as he smoked his cigarette. She then flirtatiously told him that the smoke of the cigarette wasn’t the only thing giving her the breathing problems. She’s always been a flirt but only with the people she truly desires to be with. She stepped closer and kissed him and tasted the faint flavour of his mild cigarette for the two seconds and then stepped back.
She leaned on the pillar and then watched him smoke, in awe. She still doesn’t know what she left that night but it felt beautiful. His eyes told her that he felt confidence and sexual energy inside of him and so did his words whilst he calmly let out the smoke from his mouth. She had never enjoyed a sight like this. There’s something about the man that makes her want to be lost when she looks at him, when she hears him. Just something that draws her to him every time she sees him. She finds him beautiful, so beautiful that she seems to drown in his thought every day.
She still wonders if this would be the kind of subject she’d talk about, at midnight, when she converses with a cigarette with the gentle breeze blowing all the smoke away from her face and bringing turbulence of intense emotion inside of her.
