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okay my fingertips are glass and i've only used the edges for myself but while i'm tracing your back I am careful to keep from pricking and sometimes when we kiss it feels like we connect and float and glide and you know they say dancers are really sensitive to movement, we know how every adjustment means something every swoop of the head and blink of the eye and every time you touch my spine the dancer in me leaps into meaning, because the way your head tilted is art enough to put to music
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
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okay my fingertips are glass and i've only used the edges for myself but while i'm tracing your back I am careful to keep from pricking and sometimes when we kiss it feels like we connect and float and glide and you know they say dancers are really sensitive to movement, we know how every adjustment means something every swoop of the head and blink of the eye and every time you touch my spine the dancer in me leaps into meaning, because the way your head tilted is art enough to put to music
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Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
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