Blue sky recedes, the sun is falling
When neon lights and streets come calling
The night is filled, the symphony arises
Of expectations, coy flirtations, and other sweet surprises
Amid spilled drinks and raucous refrain
Eyes meet, bodies touch, and souls begin to strain
Against all reason, swaying gently
While music plays and gazes lock intently
Quickly leaving on a short cab ride
Then up the lift while hearts abide
They enter together into the place
His intentions clear upon his face
Bodies coiled, an impassioned tryst
And memories that linger like the mist
A moment not in all the world
Like the one he shared with his Peach City girl
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