For a moment I was Cruella DeVille.
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Sultry
Sophisticated.
This time is wasn't your scent that lingered
In my hair,
on my clothes,
on my breath.
I left it there.
I want you to notice,
to comment,
to realize
that you have no power over me.
Not now.
You can, but you won't.
Not now.
Perhaps later when your bitterness doesn't envelop me,
Like now.
At least this cigar isn't bitter.
In fact, it's sweet.