October 26, 2005 | Category: Versa

I was walking.
Click, clack went the sound of her heals,
stopped and stared at me as I passed.
We were smoking cigarettes that night.
The smell of perfume in the air was quite distinct.
Theres something about the image I just quite dig.
Maybe it was the light that caught the eye
or the moonlight that caught the thigh.
Either way it was a warm night.
Last forever, oh, how I wish it did.

Y.V 2005-10