Smoke (Lesbian Story)

Prologue

May 6th 2016

There's something about the way the smoke drifted out of her mouth.

Big green eyes peered through clouds of smoke,her warm chocolate skin covered in tattoos.

I liked to watch her smoke, even though I never smoked the way she did it drew me in brought me closer to her.

She flicked the cigarette before walking across the small apartment to her canvas.

She took long strokes of the blue paint, the brush hitting the paper was my favorite sound.It reminded me of the old days.

The cigarette hung out of her mouth as she continued to paint.The rest of the day's sunlight hitting her face.

Long black hair swiped across her back as she turned around. When she saw me the cigarette lifted with her smile.

She snubbed the cigarette in the ashtray before walking towards me. She wrapped her lean arms around my waist and kissed me deeply.

She tasted like vanilla and cigarettes.

She tasted like home.