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Whiskey and Silk

I take a long drag on my cigarette  
Inhale…
Exhale…
Inky smoke wafts toward you
 
I tap my fingernail on the glass rim,
roll the whiskey around
Sit back in the deep leather chair
and watch you from across the room
 
You’re pulling your stockings on
slowly, so not to snag them
 
Oblivious to the sex you elicit  
 
I could sit here all day,
watching you move
 
I take a last drag, stamp out my smoke
and swallow the last of the whiskey
 
You won’t be wearing those stockings
today.
Eerie
Written by Eerie
Published | Edited 17th Aug 2018
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