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Mar 2017
This dance gets me wet,
Gets me ready to drip deliciousness,
The core movements creep out.
The roll, moving through,
Pushing, shaping, manipulating for
Desired outcomes.
How moments will look.
The steps move quick, shifting
On beat, tip tapping, dancing, perfectly on. Beat.

These explosions of me, drown out bleak
Memories of defeat.
Healing, these waters proceed, moving
Down river. Remaining free,
Shifting, shifting ... leaving all begind.
Steady forward, pressure of enforced movement.
There's just no stopping, these waters will flow.

Some gets on your lip,
You taste it with your tongue.
You intake me, allow me to roam.
I love how it feels.
Seher Seven
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Seher Seven
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