The Best Cigarette

THE BEST CIGARETTE In a darker part of morning, or a lighter shade of night, with his paying for hereafter, to be rid of all his blight, was a lunatic in waiting, she was something of a tease, she would spread her legs at dropping of a man onto his knees. Never faking her ******, she would always let him know, she could sense about his coming, and was first to let it go. With the sweating of her body and the beating of her time, she would take him to hereafter, but to stay would be a crime. In a little bit of wiping. if he paid a little more, she'd remind him of the reason he'd come back again for more. But the best part of hereafter, in his smoking just a bit, wasn't part of what he paid for, so he left forgetting it. © Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet aka Ron Wilson