Nightclub.
Music.
Figure across the dance floor
Her lips feeding on flames of desire
Teasing. Playing with my emotions
With body on the edge of rupture
Fighting reason over hunger.
Captured. Trapped again. I am.
A song than a dance
We do the tango in the name of romance.
Martini and another
A shattered soul a broken heart
Shakespearean sonnet behind the
Vail of this “Lady of the Night”.
Martini and another
No dreams No promises
Just two creatures craving satisfaction
Virtues overrun by emotions
Feelings turn into instincts
Morning!
Time to end the play.
Her perfume fades away.
It’s a new day.
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