With languid eyes, reclined on her divan,
Smoke coiling slow off of her cigarette,
She reaches up, behind, to flick
The dangling ash
Like patient swish of feline tail,
In ambush crouched.

The sultry night imbues her lush boudoir.
Serrated spreading ferns, lush orchids yawn,
Infused with immobility.
With tranquil grace,
Lifts Hepburn holder to her lips,
Drags slow and deep.

Deep, silent sigh launches one perfect ring
Rotating up, beyond the lamp-lit gloom.
Rousing, she turns and pierces me
With kindled eyes;
Slow heaving silk-swathed breast betrays
The roil within.