As they got back into the car
They smelled of freshly ignited cigarettes.
(Deep breath in)
My aunt and uncle,
Whom had before been taking a smoke
Around the gas station,
Were asking me (jokingly)
If I wanted a cigarette.
Or if I had ever smoked one.
They often act as if,
I've never known or never seen them smoke.
I'll always be their young niece in their eyes.
The smell is incredibly enticing though
Which ill never bring myself to tell them.
The thinning screens of smoke
Straying from ones slightly parted lips,
Causing anyone to look slightly more
Seductive.