She wears her makeup

Black and bright

Colors mixed with shades of night

Her lips are pale

Her nails dark

Her eyes shine with golden spark

Every single mundane act

Brings me such sweet heart attack

She lights her smoke

Cautious, slow

I wait and watch

For her to blow

The sweet fragrance

Of her menthol vice

With each exhale

I’m more enticed

A drunken kiss

I didn’t remember

Seems to have brought

The flame to the ember

Though I have someone

And it seems so does she

I can’t stop the feelings

That she might be for me

Demure and graceful

Yet hard as stone

This beautiful girl

I wish was my own…