My soul is back in time
Smoking a cigarette and drinking rose wine..
Standing by the tall open window,
With you behind me, I linger.
Don't know if it's 2 o'clock,
The street is pretty dark.
But it looks so good looking down,
Lighted lamposts,from behind the tree's crown.
It smells of after rain,puddles easily reflect the night with no defect.
It's a bit cold but feels so good, as we just stand there and spoon.
Your hand resting on my almost naked hip,
Fingers so soft as I tracked their trip.
Cold wind creeping trough my messy hair.
My mind so relaxed, without a care.
Lips sounding so sweet as you take a smoke in,
Unbelievable the way you make me feel..
I think of how special is that sound,
How I remember it everytime I come to town.
©phantom
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