I love the way you move
Even the way you say
The tear drops from your eyes
Richer than pearl.
Your pulsating outfit, lips on the wine goblet,
A slow dance with shadows,
Velvet in your voice.
You wear the night like a promise,
Each breath a flame,
Each glance a confession
In a language only I know
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 5:25 AM UTC
I love the way you move
Even the way you say
The tear drops from your eyes
Richer than pearl.
Your pulsating outfit, lips on the wine goblet,
A slow dance with shadows,
Velvet in your voice.
You wear the night like a promise,
Each breath a flame,
Each glance a confession
In a language only I know
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