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A scent that lingers. A silence that burns. “Perfume on the Pillow” by our Digital Virtuoso Kael is an intimate journey through late night R&B, soulful jazz fusion, and the bittersweet taste of memory. With velvety vocals, Rhodes textures, and a cinematic touch, this track captures the essence of romantic chill music — where love fades into smoke, and letting go becomes liberation. 🌙 If you love RnB soul, chill jazz nights, and timeless storytelling through music, this one is for you. ✨ Subscribe to Midnight Riviera for more Luxury Sounds for Timeless Evenings, and explore our world through the links below. #PerfumeOnThePillow #Kael #LateNightRnB #SoulfulJazz #RnBSoul #RomanticChill #JazzFusion #RnBMusic #midnightriviera --- Lyrics: The night exhales—your silence stains Streams of absence run through my veins Your shadow bends where the lamplight breaks I breathe you in—like a secret ache Every fiber murmurs Every sigh—engraved in thread I keep drowning—softly drowning In the fragrance of what’s unsaid Perfume on the pillow—fading low An aftertaste my skin still knows Perfume on the pillow—I can’t let go Tonight I’ll watch it burn—and let it flow Your words were brittle—yet etched so deep Fragments of vows I could never keep I pressed my face where your warmth had stayed A comfort twisted—an opiate fade Every fiber murmurs Every night—your echo stayed But I can’t keep surrendering To the ruins our silence made Perfume on the pillow—fading low An aftertaste my skin still knows Perfume on the pillow—I can’t let go Tonight I’ll watch it burn—and let it flow Breath turns silver—the smoke unfolds Desire drifts where the silence holds No trace, no color, nothing to claim Just empty air—calling my name Perfume on the pillow—turns to smoke I light the match, release the choke Perfume on the pillow—I let it go Now the fire holds the past— and I walk slow --- © 2025 Midnight Riviera – Luxury Sounds for Timeless Evenings