Houston, Tx. at Avant Garden
"Smoking Kills" That's what the warning label read.
She pulled out a cigarette, slid it between her lips, and lit it in one fluid, graceful motion; the click of her lighter, a long slow drag, and a soft sigh. She exhales fire; she breathes brimstone. She stands in the corner of the room like royalty, smiling thick clouds of smoke at her loyal subjects as they enjoy the feast of festivities she has so graciously provided.
They regale her with the sounds of merriment and joyous debauchery.
The universe is her palace, this life is just her playground.
In this life she has a tattoo above her heart, just barely hidden by the collar of her dress; that fierce, blue dress that clings to her like the last remaining rays of daylight forever cling to the edge of the Earth. She is the Ocean and its tide and the fury that it hides. She is the Goddess and the warm, soft sand that welcomes every perfect day at the beach. She is a solar eclipse rare and truly awe-some. The hearts that cover her eyes are just the right shade of spectacular to keep you unaware of how much you have to lose.
Slowly, she turns to look in your direction and she lets her shades slip. You make contact with endless passionate pools of darkness and you can’t help yourself. Curiosity got the best of you and now you’re stuck, chest deep in a tar pit of seduction so thick the air between you feels like honey. That girl’s put a spell on you. She presses the cigarette between her lips as you’re staring at her…hips…and this may be the wrong way but you can’t help but feel like any villain on Scooby Doo…caught...and you would’ve gotten away with it too. So the next time you plan on sneaking a peak at the devil in her tight blue dress, I suggest you heed the ink above her heart.
That tattoo she has above her breast reads “Warning”.
That’s all…just a warning….