Cigarette Burn

She leaned in closely, her hand touching his leg.

Her lips near his ear, she whispered …

Have you got a light?

Not a one for a cigarette

But a solitary flicker

Of another kind of flame

That’s dying to be ignited.

Dear Sir,

Do you have that spark

Needed to capture my heart?

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