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Her quickly flicking      heels and hands Her fan it flutters--      Dancing. A silk-swift turn,     with graceful place Of foot, and wrist,     and hand, to face. With movements slow,      then sudden dip An open fan       with subtle flick. Her eyes, alone,         hot glittering pits. One glance enough           to sear your wits. Fast stop, twist-turn      for flicked-up skirt, Her movements close--        Coquettish. Arms thrown aloft,   hard-panting sigh. Thrown roses then-- she's finished.
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Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 1:09 PM UTC
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Her quickly flicking      heels and hands Her fan it flutters--      Dancing. A silk-swift turn,     with graceful place Of foot, and wrist,     and hand, to face. With movements slow,      then sudden dip An open fan       with subtle flick. Her eyes, alone,         hot glittering pits. One glance enough           to sear your wits. Fast stop, twist-turn      for flicked-up skirt, Her movements close--        Coquettish. Arms thrown aloft,   hard-panting sigh. Thrown roses then-- she's finished.
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Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 1:09 PM UTC
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