Her silhouette appears
as the neon lights change hues
I watched her dance
with admiration
as hopeful lovers do.
Her touch gentle and delicate
like the silk of her dress
I must confess,
my heart beats fast
ready to burst from my chest.
She smiles at me
knowing she has me now,
a marionette dancing
from her fingertips
wondering how
can someone make me feel this way?
Longing for no return of the day
but for this night to last,
where there's no memory of the past,
only the beauty
before me now
dancing so close I can feel myself
levitating from the smell of her perfume,
moving like there's nobody else in the room.
Just us and the neon lights
fueled by our lust,
our passion,
our trust,
our breath that only we can feel,
a moment that doesn't seem real.
Will I see you again oh silhouette
who's name is lost to the wind?
Will you find me perhaps
or will our short little story end
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