So you call me. Glances at me,
With teasing lips.
Walking the street,
The old one-two, whistling
The tune of seduction.
Scent of honey lingers in your
Words, taste of tobacco
In your kisses.
Your fingertips grazing my spine,
I stumble under your wicked spell,
And float into the suffocating night.
You carve my contour into the heavy air,
Circling the moon while I breathe a sigh…
Why are you crying?
Don’t you let the wicked night dampen your soul.