Cuban Crisis
She was pulled towards
the whiff of cigar smoke
in the still night air
Pungent yet sweet
it was magnetic
Luring her into the snare
He stood in a cloud
of the scented haze
enjoying his vice
She watched quietly
for a few moments
debating her own advice
She had pretended interest
in the Cuban cigar
knowing it would intrigue
He invited her easily
to step outside
But was she out of his league?
He was holding an object
in his outstretched hand
as she approached
Just as she had thought
a fat cigar for her
She knew she had been caught
He laughed at her look
She was an easy read
He had got her good
Men don’t want women
to smoke cigars
If only they understood
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
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Ah! The whiff of Cuban cigar! I like it Christine. It came out very well. 😊❤️
Thanks Punam 🙂👍
My pleasure dear. 🙂
Great poem! It has beautiful imagery and meaning! 😍
Oh thank you so much my dear friend. I am always honored when you compliment my poems. 🙂
You are welcome, my dear! Your poems are really beautiful.
I try 😌
You are doing a great job ❤️
Great write for these prompts. I enjoyed reading this and could smell the whiff of the cigar. There is a fellow here upstairs that smokes the occasional cigar, it must be a cheap brand because it stinks…lol
Oops Hélène … I found this in the Spam box! Thank you for your kind words. Sorry about your neighbor’s stinky cigars 😔
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