I notice most the moistness of her lips,
The soft of her skin.
They are private details, voyeuristic,
Things I have no reason to know.
But, she was close,
And the air was thick with hookah smoke,
Mixing with what ever was left of her perfume.
She spoke soft, but confident and with great intelligence.
I find myself infatuated with a desire to know more about her.
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