There was moment in that late afternoon
She was with her dog which she brought at home
Her natural scent was sweet and fruity
I was drunk and room was dark and empty
I just heard her voice asking to kiss me
Couldn’t tell what exactly the words would be
I was murmuring ‘til I reached her lips
As my fingertips begin to tingle
She explores underneath and bit my lips
Which it was obviously taste like ice blast
Every details about her are the words
Why I write about everything to bottom
Every moment I lit a cigarette
That late afternoon it commemorates
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