Afternoon Delight

He pulled in to the parking lot in front of my building,and I watched him from my desk. My eyes following his every move. Even though I did not recognize him, I knew he was mine. He took a drag so deep on his cigarette that his cheeks sucked in from the force. Then slinging the fag aside, he swaggered in to my office. He let out his hot breath, sending a fog of smoke to engulf me. "May I help you?" I ask. He is confident, his pocket holds a wad of cash. I invite him to sit. We are sharing the same air, I inhale his bitter exhaust, more through my mouth as to lessen the amount of smoke I take in...now I taste his breath. We share this intimacy and I avoid his eyes.

Our business is over with quickly. We exchange money and paper and he walks out. More than his memory lingers behind. I can't keep my mind on the work at hand, I am distracted. He is still with me. How can I forget him? I open my drawer and pull out the small bottle of scented lotion. I take a finger and dip inside. The lotion is cool to my touch. I smear it inside my nose and inhale. Aaah................