Тонкий шлейф (Вечерний R&B)

Glass bottle heavy in the palm of my hand. Distilled memories from a distant land. Bergamot, cedar, touch of the smoke. The quietest words that nobody spoke. One drop on the wrist, one on the neck. Keeping my nervous energy in check. It lingers in the air, a silent hook. Changes the meaning of a single look. Invisible trail I leave behind. Messing with the logic of your mind. Breathe it in, let the chemistry start. A quiet invasion of the heart. The final touch before I hit the door. Leaving you wanting a little bit more. Scent of the night, heavy and sweet. Taking the control of the street. The room smells like promise and a little risk. Shadows are dancing, the air is crisp. I walk right through the invisible cloud. Don’t need to speak, the silence is loud. Let it settle, let it dry. The invisible lullaby. Breathe it let the chemistry start. A quiet invasion of the heart. The final touch before I hit the door. Leave you wanting a little bit more. Leaving a trace In your space.