The lights are low, the air is thick with sin,
a lazy sax moans soft against the dark.
She sips her drink, red lipstick on the rim,
her gaze a flame that flickers with a spark.
The piano sighs, each note a lover’s touch,
fingertips tracing secrets on the keys.
She hums along, just barely, not too much,
a whispered song that...
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