We had sex

While sharing cigarettes

We came across each other

On the office terrace

The reserved space for smokers like us 

He was fumbling for his matchbox 

I offered mine

We exchanged glances

Acknowledging the help

We stood there for a while

Inhaling and exhaling 

Till we were done 

We walked towards the lift

But I stopped midway 

He looked back

Trying to decipher my emotion at play

I walked closer to him

We both reeked of burnt ashes

I kissed him gently

He didn't mind

I pushed my tongue into the confines of his mouth

He bit my lips

We stripped and had sex

While having ciggerate 

It wasn't an earth shattering experience 

But a desire so impulsive and whimsical 

After getting dressed

We left for our respective office floor 

We kept bumping at each other intermittently

But never acknowledged each other's presence. 

©LR