party favor

i had met two women at a party one time
and my senses had been grappled by the way they
had maneuvered their hair behind their ears to light up.
the exploding display had penetrated my desire.
they had lady cigarettes, the kind that were long,
white and slender like their legs.
they had worn identicle black satin gowns
that had poured from their shoulders,
clinging to their curvaceous breasts and ending
halfway down their toned thighs.
their fingers were sheilded by raven-black nails
that had subtly moved toward their cleavage
to retrieve lighters.
my cigarette had accepted their flame,
swallowing the yellow fingered lick of their lighters
until their thumbs had released it.
i didn't know their names,
but the glow of their cherrys had finally
revealed their intense topaz eyes,
which had previously been censored by hair and shadows.
at that moment i had realized they were sisters.
an interesting idea...
but as soon as their lithium had ran out,
they had heroin delivered with the pizza.
so one of them had passed out, and the other had
done me a favor in the bathroom.