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You make the twist and curdle of muscle look sweet Hoods of flesh clench Lines extending towards congratulating champagne toasts Liquid turned taught Floating like a pair of scissors Most subtle razor to ever caress The tissue paper lips of the floor You wrap your heady-spice palms Flourishing and dripping Every pulse a dropped memory They whisper of inspiration and dust Licks of silver swim through you Eyes misty rocks where dreams go to impale their masters Commanding the lovely, forming it to fit Frost spangles the trees that create pillars of tendon The ease of sandpaper on granite You make silken Simple.
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Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 10:43 PM UTC
Ballet Teacher
You make the twist and curdle of muscle look sweet Hoods of flesh clench Lines extending towards congratulating champagne toasts Liquid turned taught Floating like a pair of scissors Most subtle razor to ever caress The tissue paper lips of the floor You wrap your heady-spice palms Flourishing and dripping Every pulse a dropped memory They whisper of inspiration and dust Licks of silver swim through you Eyes misty rocks where dreams go to impale their masters Commanding the lovely, forming it to fit Frost spangles the trees that create pillars of tendon The ease of sandpaper on granite You make silken Simple.
What to do when you are hopelessly in lust with your 35 year old Russian ballet instructor...
hallie-bear
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hallie-bear
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Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 10:43 PM UTC
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