Fleeting Thoughts.
I watch as you sit on the ground smoking your ciggarette. The smoke billows and dances away. My scarf around your neck, I smile. Anticipation. I just want to kiss those soft sweet lips. I imagine what it feels like, fleeting thoughts. I stand next to you not needing a jacket your presence has warmed me. Your smile could light up the darkest skys and your smell is intoxicating. Fleeting thoughts once more. Ashes litter the ground and scatter away as you now return my scarf. I smell you…Fleeting thoughts once more before I retire.