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Seated at the candle-lit dinner table my aural senses distracted by musicians neglect the biographic monologue of the diner before me. Feet impulsively impose their rhythmic behaviour timidly beating the floor, improvised drums silenced whilst nonchalantly looking elsewhere, artless reaction to captivating tunes, pretending self-possession as vibrations slowly softly gently creep along my spine, flowing through veins and nerves altering heartrate unable to make believe interest in words unheard any longer, finely tuning to meld when my head ineluctably yields to sway inviting, the rest of my body and him to follow. ‘Stand up!’ I interrupt rolling shoulders beamingly gazing into his eyes, eager to be swung, swirling hips outpouring sensuality, his and mine getting closer until hands meet each other’s skin enticing and though everything is warmer shivers swiftly cloud my shutting eyes, dizziness inebriating movement entranced, pleasantly losing consciousness into his arms with a final Do.
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Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 5:36 AM UTC
Creeping notes of pleasure
Seated at the candle-lit dinner table my aural senses distracted by musicians neglect the biographic monologue of the diner before me. Feet impulsively impose their rhythmic behaviour timidly beating the floor, improvised drums silenced whilst nonchalantly looking elsewhere, artless reaction to captivating tunes, pretending self-possession as vibrations slowly softly gently creep along my spine, flowing through veins and nerves altering heartrate unable to make believe interest in words unheard any longer, finely tuning to meld when my head ineluctably yields to sway inviting, the rest of my body and him to follow. ‘Stand up!’ I interrupt rolling shoulders beamingly gazing into his eyes, eager to be swung, swirling hips outpouring sensuality, his and mine getting closer until hands meet each other’s skin enticing and though everything is warmer shivers swiftly cloud my shutting eyes, dizziness inebriating movement entranced, pleasantly losing consciousness into his arms with a final Do.
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Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 5:36 AM UTC
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