Brevity

Sour faces in sour places, we never escaped our hell. The smokey perfume floated in the room, of that which we were never meant to inhale. Amber eyes behind the smoke beguiled, the white flashing teeth soon betrayed a smile Round and round the smoke began to swirl, not once, but twice we twirled and twirled. I wasn't ready, for it to begin, but you had always promised Not to stop when I say when