Slightly less than a deafening blast
Much more than seductive whispers.
As music softens,
You trace the steps to your luminous sea.
An artist starved,
A 4B pencil behind his ear.
When the song resumes,
Lights brush your cheeks anew,
And Cinderella marks her target.
The hire is yours,
A grace dips underneath the leather sole,
As midnight rolls over with a smile.
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