it comes to you in the night
walking on a lonely
street
with promises of pleasure and
redemption.
it comes with the fragrance
of adventure,
desire and a certain lust
wrapping your senses on
a drunkenness
you can't resist.
you must take it or leave it
but it is a matter of now
urgency is the language it
better speaks,
the melody it better
plays.
next morning when you
wake up
searching for it on your bed,
trying to catch what is left of it
among the sheets
it has already gone
leaving you the emptiness of a
lost paradise
ever after.
the good thing: it only
costs you a tiny
bit of your
tired
soul.
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