The only word scribbled upon the back
Was “cupcake”
The front a picture of the Chicago skyline
On a sticky summer night
Where it felt like the stars were shining
So brightly
They made their own heat
We lay in the garden
Under a blue moon
Sipping mojitos
Beads of sweat dangling from our brows
An electricity like lightning between us
When your hand grazed my thigh
For one night I was positive that I had
Discovered paradise
And it was in your arms.
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