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
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.