I can still smell her perfume on my fingers
I can see the ebony silk of her shoulders undulate in a dance
I can hear the deafening music as it blasts loudly into my ear
I can feel the nylon smoothness of her dress as she suddenly presses me to her breast in a hasty embrace
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Wow so evocative and interesting the way u relate and describe and muse here. Great wording employed too. You have used fine metaphor too. Pleez do review/comment my newest poem too titled, song for lunar lovers