Her black hair flows, a midnight path,
Moonlit skin, a bright moonbeam.
We melt into the summer of bodies,
Sweat and whispers, fire and kiss.
I still feel your arm around me,
Like I'm still on top of you in bed.
More than the touch, I miss your voice,
your smell enchanted me
Night conversations, our love, our gaze.
Now the city is cold and empty—
And you're not here.
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