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I rolled the perfect, heavy spark, a slow and steady burn,
Just waiting in the dimming light for you to take a turn.
The cherry glows a wicked red, the smoke is thick and sweet,
But keeping all this to ourselves feels beautifully incomplete.
We want to share the deep exhale, to taste it on your lips,
To let the hazy velvet blur the trace of fingertips.
To lean across the sultry air and pass the glowing heat,
Until the space between the four of us is entirely obsolete.
It’s a slow, intoxicating drag, an ache we want to share,
To watch your inhibitions melt into the midnight air.
The fire’s lit, the room is warm, the night is ready to spin—
So come and take a heavy hit, and let the games begin.

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