The burning ember glowed a rich orange
as smoke swirled gracefully and seductively
from the perfect pout of her ruby red lips.
In low light the cloudy effluence was like a spot light.
Drawn as a moth to a flame,
he leaned toward her and said,
“There are laws about smoking in a public building.”
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