Satin Moonbeams
I recall you, that suave cologne, your black tuxedo with red satin sash.
My taffeta, crimson ballgown that crinkled, we the outstanding duo.
At the San Francisco’s, suave Faimont Hotel’s
elelegant, primo, Valentine Bash.
Moments like these, scented with Guerlain mists, are my twinkling majie noir.
Bending me over the balcony with tender yet exciting, hot kisses.
A magical foggy San Francisco night,
If only, there were many, star-studded moe!
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