The drink in her hand was a reminder of that man,
He whispered sweetly and he danced just as well;
Her heart had fallen and her mind was filled.
There across the cello was heard, the strumming of music,
Swiftly taking her over;
All she could smell was the cigarettes he smoked.
With one look she felt her lungs trapped,
That playful gleam in such a mess;
He stared at her – he made her ache.
She could feel the sweat dripping down her back,
He spun her around then closer to him;
He breathed down her neck and lower she sunk with each single kiss.
The heat was high and the drinks kept coming,
Their emotions soared; and the music was deep
Though as dark as misfortune they found a haven with each other.