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Steam on the grate, velvet on the sky,
Citrus in the air where your footsteps fly.
Nylon strings spark bright along your spine,
Street turns liquid when your hands find mine.
Left-right rhythm on the painted lines,
Heartbeat dancing in between the signs.
City siren, pull me in,
Wave me closer, skin to skin.
Make the boulevard a tide—
I go where your lights collide.
Taxi-splash silver at the corner bend,
Brass blooms gold when your shoulders bend.
Timbales chatter like a thousand fins,
Every little motion reels me in.
Left-right rhythm on the painted lines,
Heartbeat dancing in between the signs.
City siren, call my name,
Turn this crosswalk into flame.
Make the boulevard a tide—
Take me where your shadows glide.
Hold the breath—let it go slow,
Streetlight water builds an undertow.
Count it—one, two—colors climb,
We kiss the downbeat right on time.
City siren, pull me in,
Keep me swimming in your grin.
Make the boulevard a tide—
I’m yours where the waves reside.
Morning finds a salt-soft shine,
Your echo humming down my spine.
