sometimes i can't believe it, i'm moving past the feeling.

she was waiting for me there. sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette. i'm sure if it wasn't illegal, a glass of wine would keep her cigarette company and her other hand busy. she was wearing a flora dress and her legs were crossed, her right leg on top of the left. her cigarette hand delicately in the air with her other arm across underneath her breasts. she was talking to an older woman. i receive a text before actually going up to her "this lady is smoking me out." her back is exposed just enough that her leopard print bra peaks out. her long hair falling off her shoulders making her face hardly visible. but she looked beautiful, her dimply face smiling as she talked to this woman. i hated to interrupt. i finally went up to her and she excused herself. she gave me a kiss on the lips in the middle of the mall and held my hand. and we wandered off.