In that little booth the light deems,
as life fills the breeze beneath my seat with serenity
I feel the chill slowly creeping underneath the folicles of my skin;
my spine stands stiff succumbing to the mesmerize of your every speech.
Beneath the embrace of emotions, your name is all I repeat. Your fragrance, like a charm controlling the actions and the mood.
The music carelessly fills the ambiance, relactantly defining every movement. Every draw of breath from the body of the mistress as she sits there staring at my starstruck gaze.
©nyth06
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