dim the lights . . .
a fragrant candle . . .
a double scotch . . .
and a fresh Marlboro . . .
just an hour of my past . . .
sitting comfortable at the bar . . .
right leg over left . . .
stylish heels complimenting . . .
a shapely calf . . .
with a naughty glimpse . . .
of a thick thigh . . .
every curly strain in place . . .
cascading free over bare shoulders . . .
brushing a lifted cleavage . . .
eyes darkly accented speak . . .
a subtle tongue licks . . .
the top teeth peaking . . .
before capturing the bottom lip . . .
in a gentle grip . . .
a deep sip burns going down . . .
inhale a sizzling drag . . .
exhaling sweet smoke . . .
hum eyes close reminiscing . . .
a moment of youthful pleasure . . .
the price a wedge or two of her lung . . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria
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17 thoughts on “The Cost of Pleasure”
Sensual imagery throughout, then a twist at the end! Bittersweet, but a great write, Kim!
Thanks Lauren. I trying to keep posting while I’m hospitalized.
That’s a good idea. Sending hugs 💓💓
I gave up all the drugs and booze 15 years ago but still need about 15 cigarettes a day.
Those cigarettes were rough. 8 years without. I couldn’t breathe, smoked my last cigarette in the car then walked into the ER. They measured my oxygen and I was at 75 that is low. They put me on o2 and took me in the back. Haven’t smoked since. But I still got lung cancer. Maybe 40 years of smoking caught up to me.
Kim, your last paragraph awoke us from our reverie. Best wishes my friend, Keith
Thanks Keith. The mind is whirling. 🙂
A kicker in the ending.
You don’t agree? Perhaps I expressed myself badly.
No I like your response. I was in thought from your response. Thank you.
How high the price thenN
I love love love this. You are an artist of words.
Thank you my love. My post is back to the 10th. I’ll email it to you. I just finished.
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