Unihorn
Sultry voice, she sings in the shadows of the club
Shrouded in a mist of smoke. Her words pierce my ears.
Each word getting stronger and stronger
And each passing second I am seduced.
A small flame flickers from my candle.
She dances in the fire, never losing a beat,
Mesmerizing me at every corner of the room
Capturing each sensual swaying of her hips.
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