The smoke curled into the glittering sky,
Grey fingers that blurred the stars, teasing their edges.
He was beautiful as he leaned his head against the weathered bark,
His tousled dark hair a crown of shadows.
Calloused fingers whispered a history of steel strings
As they lazily twirl a joint from tip to thumb.
The paper kissing his lips
He inhaled
The smoldering orange highlighting his cheek bones
sparking off his feline eyes.
With a slow grin he turned his gaze to the night sky
Smoke seeping from his teeth to curl up
To be snagged by the crisp night breeze.
Russet skin, painted with the silver of the moons glow
Eyes dark, flashing with the stars cool brightness
He resembled my every dream of a dark prince.
His lazy stance,
His sensual lips forming an O to release frothy rings that danced
In the pale darkness.
He was the epidemy of **** and a rush of want flooded my veins
The electricity in my limbs
jumping towards him.
My heart caught and I stumbled under the rush of fire
Looking quickly away, red stained my ****** cheeks and
His husky laugh filled the night.