every night.

luscious red of puffed lips
shimmering under the silver moon
a gush pulls on the weight
of the paired earings that swoon

rim of a velvet treat
a fourth of air, and above a smile that greets
an electric satisfaction
the drink
or the silhouette
murmurs, a shade of green hinders their vision
a sign shots up in the air,
while they get abandon their mission

alchohol fills up her lung.
a sweet smelling scent of his.
crisp, smooth coat, will you now?
one last look for the night.
her final bow.


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