A story to John Mayer’s Slow Dancing in A Burning Room.
Do you know what it sounds like?…
Or maybe what it looks or feels like?
A room on fire.
I looked at her deep eyes. The sparkle that was once there had faded. Only a glimmer of it remained. Her soft brown hair framed her long face, with soft curls falling against her beautiful neck. Her emerald dress flowed down her sensual physique.
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