Honey on the lips.
Magic on the tongue.
A fierce look upon the face.
The night has just begun.
Entering the building
Like walking on a cloud.
A glimpse in the mirror
While moving through the crowd.
A sip from the glass.
A whisper in the ear.
Chills run down the spine
The legs hit the chandelier.
Honey on the lips.
Magic on the tongue.
Mirror to the soul.
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