The Thirst on the Seventh Floor.

She waited for sundown for me to appease her

Photo by Dainis Graveris on Unsplash

The orange sky, had its rays cut through the fiber glass on 7th floor
Her mask was off
Her beautiful face exposed
obscuring my rationale
Totally locked in her beauty
I was a mass of confusion
Her flavor had intruded my thoughts




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