I failed myself last night...

I saw her across the room, her plumage drawing me, grasping my attention. She was a fiery redhead, with pale skin and an amber skirt.

Just from glimpsing at her, I could ascertain a couple things. She was bad. Like all things bad, she was addictive. I could tell it from the eyes of her company, and the glazed look in his eyes when he kissed her, drew her in and exhaled pleasantly.

Jitters started in my hands. I could feel the compulsion coming on. It had been so long.

I closed my eyes. Blinking hard in an effort to get her out of my mind. But the jitters wouldn’t go away. I just had to walk up and give her a kiss.

Shaking my head to try and expel the evil thoughts from my mind, I call upon all my resolve to refrain from giving into my weaknesses.

Her plumage danced above her fiery top, a blue halo, swirling in temptation.

I couldn’t take it any longer. I just had to go up and ask.

“Mate, can I bum a cigarette?”

I failed myself last night.