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Jan 2015
The way she moves,

on a dime,

toe planted and swing

supine, slender, salacious

with a passion,

she'll steal the room

and I guess that's fine,,

oh how much I desire

to sip that ...

to desire a sweep

of only her eyes.

I want her to want me,

to let me drink her ...

I can feel my hands,

slide upon her curves,

thin fabric let's me know

she can feel my eyes,

tracing her,

damp, shine, a lustre

to that naked skin,

I will delight like

a fine ...

oh my sweet dance,

move through my mind,

and let me taste you,

taste her,

dance with me,

****** my wine.
Written by
thommya  Savage
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