Dreamy shadows,
smoke and whiskey,
the long, waxing burn
of an evening.
The soft sensation
tingling at the tips of your fingers.
The taste of a kiss
that burns past the dawn.
A lingering memory,
rosy past its bloom.
A night you barely remember.
A night you won’t forget.
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