A kiss on the neck,
Your hand on my hip,
Slow motion when the music
Mellows the beat...
The scent of fresh carnations,
Your fierce eyes when I tremble,
Fearing the loss of something
So arousingly uncertain...
A glass of wine on the table,
A street lamp dying slowly,
Pictures of the past and present hovering
In the middle of our future...
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