That Woman
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

Waiting by the road
Near a high profile lounge
Well-off people around
Hoping to be one.
She walked out
In high heels
Down the stairs
With a sound in every knock.
The little black dress
Complimented her body
Smoke in her hand
Just watching her startled.
Looking down the empty road
She took a puff in
And the air around
Seems to be blessed with it.
I looked at her
Staring at the perfect legs
And she looked around
Finding somebody
Her intentions didn’t seem sound
I walked upon
I didn’t smoke
But I wanted my mouth
To taste like hers
She smiled hearing this.
We had a rough night
Discovering each other
She was a perfect woman
But the ring on her hand
Said another.

