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what a lovely evening
boy am i hung over
it is terrible how fast
wine disappears
when the conversation
is luscious
when one is in your
adoring presence
and it's funny how
thoughts slip away
with your kiss
renoir had it right
when you captured
women of delight
my mind is fuzzy
with the succulent
sounds of your
whispers of pleasure
my head is still fuzzy
with a memory of your
whispering desire
and the hangover, of course
but coffee and aspirin is helping
but reflection of our
provocative evening
is the greatest comfort
