A base line beats on a bittersweet night
With tumultuously, thunderous blows.
A wondrous whirlwind, asserting its might,
Battles benign streets, peopled with shadows
Silently snaking, a feline slinks by,
Suspiciously spying me with caution.
As a glittering glint glows from his eye,
He plods on in predatory motion
As I, instinctively know my intent,
Silently stalking her shadow ahead.
An aromatic air carries her scent,
‘Tis the perfume, of the presently dead.
I breath deep this sensual scent, and sway
As electric ecstasy ends my day.
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