The room is full of smoke, the radio still playing...
Your bodies glisten in the yellow light.
You look at her.
Her eyes are sly, playful, almost arrogant.
With a sparkle of nearly maddening freedom.
She looks like a cat that has just chased it's prey into a corner and has finally enjoyed its taste.
Tired... relaxed... yet ready to pounce again.
You light a cigarette.
You take a deep breath.
Life is rushing through our veins.