Your laughter is like the bubbles of the freshly poured champagne in a crystal glass.
Your body, the music that gently sways me across the floor.
Your arrogant airs, the tempestuous flame of a party candle that ignites my senses.
I am mystified.You are the double edged sword that will see me alive or dead before dawn.
You are my own private party
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