For a moment
strangers on the terrace
gather
of a unwanted
of a unwanted
desire
by most
by most
a strike of a match
a look where eyes lock
a whisper that sends shivers
the scent of you
that overwhelms
your cool breath
as you lean in
to light
my cigarette
inhale
the toxic
exhale
taste of desire.
~
Midnight Poet
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