with feet buried deep in champagned shag and toes staggering to stay on their tips barely swaying to every fourth beat she advances toward the flame flickering her hips in semi-circles hypnotized by its heat she exceeds her boundaries zealously inviting incandescent fingers to kiss where they please
Reason for writing:
the thought of dancing before my lover
Birth sign: Not entered
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