Under the Paris Stars
Across the roofless veranda, our eyes briefly entertain each otherHer jet-black hair, olive skin, and luscious curves awaken my libido
My suffrage with shyness is momentarily tamed as seduction is merciless
With the acoustics blaring, I delicately navigate a drunken French crowd
Extending my masculine hand, I gesture her to dance
Spinning, dipping, and sliding on the mosaic floor, our bodies intermingle
As passion consumed us, exchanging names became an afterthought
The dances came to a climatic end, but our star-studded evening had just begun
Key Words : passion, dance, seductive
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