silhouettes call my name in the still of the night. summoned from my four-walled comfort zone, i confront its shrilling ambiguity. standing there, groping a cigarette with nerves reacting from 5 feet and 8 inches down to the stained pavement. hand in pocket, same chilling smile that he's flaunted from day one. day one: when i noticed his honest eyes studying my every move, noticing every known fact that i take out of my purse. pink orbit gum, gold zippo, blond attention span. that same smile that was leaning up against a wall, guarded by a cloud of smoke that night, summoned me from the street tonight...cloud of smoke never lets me down by not showing up. and when the smoke falls and his barrier is down, that smile never fails by lifting me up and leaving me weak in the knees. PinkChampagne311: hey im pretty busty DeadByRadio: we all know im a busty man