I managed to sexualize everything about her; even the way the filthy smoke escaped her beautiful lips.
The only thing they will remember is that she was a marvelous queen with terrible habits.
Who is she?
She smokes cigars but still smells
like the first dance of spring.
& a heavy heart.
Hard liquor coats her tongue
& singes your lips.
No make up,
with worn leather framing her eyes.
Never begging for love.
Touch mimicking light rain,
words like thunder,
freer than the wind.