She reminds him of every good night he's ever had
Every gentle evening looking up at the stars
Every sunrise, viewed from the shadows and every sunset that made him itch to burst out into the darkness
She tastes like snow flakes, caught on the tip of his tongue and smells of the night air filled with jasmine in bloom, and when she moves...
It's like Argentine tango, slow and sultry, each motion saturated with love and passion layered with a hint of something broken and sad
She dances
And he loves her for allowing him to watch
Every gentle evening looking up at the stars
Every sunrise, viewed from the shadows and every sunset that made him itch to burst out into the darkness
She tastes like snow flakes, caught on the tip of his tongue and smells of the night air filled with jasmine in bloom, and when she moves...
It's like Argentine tango, slow and sultry, each motion saturated with love and passion layered with a hint of something broken and sad
She dances
And he loves her for allowing him to watch
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