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Until Mornings
the soothe of a piano filtered thru the atmosphere
as I saw her caressing the stem
of a vintage glass of champagne
our eyes met
a deepness drawing me in
kissing and exploring
each others souls
even tho
we were standing far apart
I felt the pitter patter
of a heart exploding
as her presence
nearly knocked me out
I watched her watching me
her hips gently swaying to the exotic notes
I took one big sip
of her
another, then one more
knowing in the morning
I'd be at loss
for what was in-store
as I saw her caressing the stem
of a vintage glass of champagne
our eyes met
a deepness drawing me in
kissing and exploring
each others souls
even tho
we were standing far apart
I felt the pitter patter
of a heart exploding
as her presence
nearly knocked me out
I watched her watching me
her hips gently swaying to the exotic notes
I took one big sip
of her
another, then one more
knowing in the morning
I'd be at loss
for what was in-store
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