I know I'm capable to do any type of dances, if I try.

But when the music plays, I dance freestyle.
It's not just 'any' freestyle,
it's the type that you know it's missing affection.
It's missing a partner to love.

As soon as I feel the rhythm going through me,
my body flows with it.
When the rhythm is crazy fast:
It makes me a wild cat,
seeing of how feisty and powerful my body can move.
But when it's a slow rhythm:
My body moves slowly and elegantly, yet tempting to go near it.
Either way,
It'll call out for you to TOUCH IT.

I'm known to be ONE of the GREATEST TEASERS in my groups of friends.
Because my deadliest weapons,
are my hips.

When the rhythm plays, it works up from my knees; which is the key to how my hips can move SSOOoo SMOOTHly, then it works up to my curved belly, then to my chest and arms.
The DEADLY body wave.

But what can REALLY GET ME GOING,
is  when that guitar solo, the riffs
breaths heavy, then bites finger
OH GAWD THE SOLOS just makes me
LOOSE IT COMPLETELY!!!
Especially, the ones from 70s-80s,
it's a turn on for me.
My body will want MORE to feel it's melody,
for it to keep on playing!
OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL I JUST drop on the floor from SATISFACTION.
With my face all red and my eyes all seduced.
My body burning up.
biting my bottom lip
mhmhm-heehee~

Sometimes when I dance on the pole or even using a chair I can imagine a person,
who's dancing with me.

One of the things that can win my full body's attention,
is when another body resist the temptations from falling into their wrong desires from me.
OR if that other body moves fluently with mine, without going any further, like under my clothes.
Simply just respect.

I may be a performer, but my mind says it differently.
So does others.
Our bodies want temptation and our minds wants to have trust and comfort.
You know what I'm saying.

Just because I'm a TEASER, doesn't mean I want YOU in BED.

That's why I'm deadly.
I torment people, by simply moving a piece of my body, then not letting them fulfill their DESIRES from me.
Sorry if you guys can't keep control of yourselves. Just work HARDER on THAT~
The only people who can HAVE ALL THAT from me, are the ones if in a relationship with or the ones I just REALLY LIKE ALOT~ ;)

I got a list of songs that can REALLY move me:
(Most of them are in the 70s-80s era,which ever has a nice guitar riffs)
Aerosmith- Rag Doll
Alannah Myles- Black Velvet
Nazareth-  Goin' Loco, Hair Of The Dog
Warrant- Cherry Pie
Def Leopard- Pour Some Sugar On Me
Gary Wright- Dream Weaver(the mellow melody is what moves me)
Foreigner- Jukebox Hero
AC/DC- Honey Roll, Thunderstruck, Back In Black
Also there's more, but it's all I can think of right now.

Even some songs from today:
Pussycat Dolls- Buttons, Sway
Britney Spears(ver)- I love Rock 'n' Roll
****** XL ft. DATAROCK- Gloria
Lady Gaga- Do What You Want With My Body
Girlicious- Stupid ****
One Republic- Everybody Loves Me
Down With Webster- Woe Is Me
There's also others, but again, it's all I can think of~

They say
to follow your dreams
and achieve it.
That's when I started to follow
and achieved you~

I imagine you as a big sister.
When I do something wrong,
you'd eventually 'grab my hair and slam my face on a brick'
to 'discipline' me.
When I do something right,
you still 'grab my hair and slam my face on a brick'
to show that I was being 'too vulnerable'.
Y U DO DIS?
I have to struggle to make good things happen around and for me, behind your back.

Yet, there's others who like your abusive company,
by continuing their worse.
Because they secretly want attention from you,
knowing that's the only thing they can get.

No matter how rude you are to us,
we still love you for letting us know
that their is 'some kind  of fairness' in the world.

A balance of good and bad.
For us to be kind and yet strong
for anything that gets in our way.

Until today(though not as often),
in my world, I can 'hear' the mocks of people, even from animals.
When I mess up on a small thing while helping someone,
it's like I can sense that they're making fun of me in their heads.
How I can't do things right, or how maybe I do it differently.
When I'm walking alone,
I can 'hear' the mocks of people, judging on what I wear or how I walk.
When I encounter a cat on my way, I can see it starting at me. Mocking me the way  how I notice its existence. It thinks I'm stupid.
Then again, that's what cats DO. It's a full time job of theirs.
Even with friends, I can sense their mocks of people, gossiping of the way we behave or dress.
In the end,
once I've been mocked,
I'm alone in the end,
as a subconscious laughing-stalk to the eyes of others.

During the dark years of my early high school days,
I was a pretty broken-down, emotional kid.
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I use to hate my eyes.
I always wanted to take a fork and gouge'em out.
Just letting it pierce through the tissues and liquids.
Because I hate how it held my emotions in them, my sad background.
I didn't even wanted to look at myself in the mirror, or else I would cry of what I see in them.
I couldn't give eye contacts to people for many years.
I guess, that's when the side bangs came in. So that people wont see my emotions so much.
My bangs became a security blanket since then.
I just really hated the colour of them.
It was nothing but dark grey.
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My hands.
I hated the looks of it.
The eczema, blisters, open flesh wounds, all that ruined for me to show'em.
I hated how it looked too boyish like.
People kept asking me questions of the marks on my hands.
It got to a point that I ended up asking my old man to write a note, so that I can wear gloves in class and school.
So it happened.
The gloves became my security blanket that time, and long sleeves.
I'll just put it out there that I use to cut myself too.
But it wasn't anything severely.
I only have one scar(small) on me, though.
It was a different reason,(don't want to talk about it) I went FULL OUT, used scissors and MY TEETH to tear my flesh(top-below the joint part of my wrist on my left hand, barely visible actually).
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My blonde hair.
That was tough to cover, since obviously it was the MOST VISIBLE to EVERYONE.
Yes,
I got picked-on, being called 'dumb blonde'.
I hate people making stereotypical blonde jokes.
I really wanted to change my hair colour so badly. The only thing that stopped me, was that I got use to seeing myself in that colour, not any other.
So for a while, I had to deal with the blonde jokes. v.v
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~NOW~
I have no problem with my eyes, besides my vision slowly failing me. I can't see things clearly, starting from 5-10 meters away from me. Sometimes it's worse.
Though, I don't have issues doing eye contact anymore, unless if it's guilt or 'unwanted' desires crawl up on me, then I can't look at that person well.
I clip majority of my bangs aside so that I can see more, with style!~ ;)
I just love to see the world now!
I'm pretty visual.
I'm still not crazy about my eye colour, though I'm neutral with it.
It changes from Grey-Blue-Greenish for some reason....
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I don't mind my hands now.
I still got eczema, but it's not so bad now. Now and then I get minor-minor open flesh wounds from blisters.
I love to create stuff with my hands now!
Origami, literature, drawing, artsy-stuff!
I also got work(cashier), so like, I need them....>.>
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My hair.
Now it's the envy of people.
Everyone ADORES the colour of my hair,
DREAMS of having it's texture.
Most of all, they would **** to have it, to be born with it!
Sometimes I make sure it ****** people off, because I know they want to have it! XD
I tell everyone that "It's God's only gift to me."
Of course, now,

IT'S MY CROWN!
Heck, I make blonde jokes to myself now! ;u;

I'm glad I got in touch with you as soon as I can(a long while back).
Or else, I would've always been in a terrible condition, after his depart from me.
I realized how much I missed you when I got reconnected with you.
Your jokes will always be as crazy like you are.
You're the nicest guy that anyone knows.
Like the only person that I know of, that NO ONE talks smack about.
How you do it?
Something about you, that everyone adores(even my family).
You're such a caring friend. You want the best for everyone and never wished them bad.
When we hangout, you'd keep everything so alive!
I appreciate everything about you.
You're so talented and dedicated to get things done!
Ever since you started to play piano, it always brings warmth to my heart and a cure to my sadness. When I call you(especially when I'm tearing into pieces), sometimes I request a piece or you'll simply start playing it.
Now, that you're starting to get into writing,
your stories and poems are AMAZING!!!
There's heart and soul put to it!!!
DUDE!!!! LIKE WHERE THEM GIRLS AT!?!
Seriously, you're those type of guys that came out
straight from them Hollywood romance movies!!!
In the end, we grew up as if we're siblings.
Though at times, I wish it was more.
But it's best to keep it this way.
Like you said, "Maybe in another lifetime",
as you say that to many others too! XD
I love you Neath~ ;u;