• maple_ 9w

    Placing a cigar
    between her fingers
    with such panache
    Poisly letting the smoke snog her lips
    Her hair,
    darker than the gloomy nights
    slips down her back
    like maple leaves in a fall
    Embracing his ethereal visage
    through the cedar frame,
    she swayed
    like a slow lantern blaze
    she danced whole night
    till the first light embroidered
    her eyes with a gleam
    she swayed
    to her dulcet melanchony



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