Lighter flame has kissed the first golden grains of an Angel's midday vice. First draw is still being savored, first flush of Lady Nicotine has yet to stroke our Angel's pleasure centers.
The world and its disapproving, clucking, self-righteous pretensions be damned! For a few delicious minutes, this Woman has ducked out of the office and given Herself completely over to the joy of a cigarette, to its feel in Her fingers and lips, to its taste in Her mouth, to its spicy warmth in Her lungs, to its relaxing, hypnotizing patterns of smoke twisting skyward.
Like chocolate -- but so much better.
Like good coffee -- but so much better.
Like a warm bath, like sex, but still legal in public.
