Sweats are trickling down her skin,
The aftermath of some scotch in Berlin.
She stumbles to the balcony,
On the railing she leans.
The wind kisses her face,
As she rests her gaze on the Berlin’s night scene.
Tired, confused and a little bit giddy,
She sighs and smile, her heart thumps wildly.
Honestly, just what was she thinking?
There could not be meaning in the words,
he has been saying…
No, there could not be meaning.
Even if there was, she should not be smiling.
Dark brown hair and deep forest eyes,
He is someone of status with noble ties.
She turns around and close the blinds,
Looks like she will be having some sleepless nights.
The scent of that man,
Carved its way into her brain.
The smell of cigar and power,
Feelings that summer night brings.