In Your Lap, Blowing Smoke in Your Face I know what you’re thinking, but better that I not say it out loud… Let’s simply agree we enjoy each other’s company, especially on a date – a smoking date, a date on which I blow my smoke exactly where it belongs, right in your face… We just got home after a night out where I tore through half a pack over, but even chainsmoking I’m never satisfied, and neither are you… You plop yourself down on your comfy couch and I drape myself over your lap, my favorite place to sit, so close to you, feeling every contour of your body, your warmth… and you of course feel mine, I am wearing a paper-thin, scandalously short pink dress I selected just for you, and lucky boy, you are getting an eyeful! My long legs are on full display, like a living sculpture, you can feel their heat, somehow soft and firm all at once… meanwhile, my lips are so close to your face my smoke is unavoidable, bathing you in its irresistible poison... I tell you how much I love to smoke for you, to smoke *at* you, *on* you, *over* you, to immerse your skin in my smoke… the oxygen disappears from the room and you are left breathing my smoke in and out… and you love it because you love having my smoke in you… having *me* inside *you*… We talk a lot yes we always talk because we love to talk, but talking is also a vehicle for communicating smoke, my voice rough and husky from so many cigarettes… and for you with my big mysterious dark eyes, two black orbs staring right into yours, my smoky voice caressing your ears, my beautiful red lips expertly sucking the cork cigarette… it’s so strong, just the way it must be to satisfy me... My dazzling white smile brightens your evening, like the full moon coming into view on a summer night. The tip of my cigarette is stained with my lipstick and stains my lips back… but that won’t be a problem, soon my lipstick will be all over your lips and your face and my own face… xoxo