I revolve through the doors
my heels tap tap
on the slick marble floor
my body slinks silently
into the soft leather club chair
it's black like my dress
adonis is at the piano
his nimble fingers tickle the keys
a lock of his hair
falls carelessly down his forehead
it's black like the chair
my eyes burn great fissures
in the man with his instrument
hot as the flames of the torch songs he's playing
I've come just to see him
I'm eager as the moon
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