She slides across the floor
her skin ghostlike white
reflecting light like porcelain
She smells of smoke and Coco Chanel
trapped in today
belonging to yesteryear
her lips tasted a thousand kisses
her eyes know all my wishes
my heart flutters
she lights a smoke
inhaling
with such sensual pleasure
releasing at leisure
in a wink she’s gone
and I’m just standing here
an invited looker on
My musings 
As only you can tell it!