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Feb 2015
He watched
Her weaving hips
Mate his slow
Powerful slaps of the drum
Torso twisting
Pausing, wild
In a ritualistic
Hedonistic sacrament
Where the harvest
Fertility and very prosperity
Of mankind
Depended on the lecherous
Undulating movement of her hips
He became hyponotized
By her dance
Unable to tell
If her hips or his hands
Set the beat
Seeming as one
She rode the archaic
Bumps and bends
With an unearthly
Intuition and grace
And his hands hunted
Her spiraling body
With a lion's
Agility and finesse
Until they climaxed
Into perfection
And becoming one
Jolene Heather
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