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Jul 2017
As I dance in the darkest  fields of the night.
I begin to look closely
Hips guiding my legs
******* gently swaying
Eyelashes batting
Hair glimmering past my shoulders.
As I spin to the rhythm of my soul
Under the sliver of the silver moonlight
My feet feeling the dew on my toes
My legs tingling with excitement
Skirt flowing and brushing
intimate poetry upon my hips and legs,
Slowly bringing me to life
Flowing down my backside
as I slowly enter momentary bliss
Dancing to the rhythm of the Earth
My soul flying and guiding me
through the field
til I collapse
underneath the shivering tree
the wind dancing through it's leaves.
Slowly bowing down to me
I gasp in awe
because of the earths  unrivaled beauty
in the dark I can see clearly enough
Trembling legs
start to steady
as I dance to the tune,
of the ancient blood running through my veins.
Clouds like wisps of cotton candy dancing above me.
Knowing no one can see
I dance again.
Spinning and gliding across the fields
My soul dances slowly beside me
Keeping the rhythm

dancing to the beat.


Prodding deep inside my soul
I am a Queen,
in these moments
I am truly free.
No one but the moon
and the shimmering stars upon the sky
to watch me dance.
No one to judge me,
Where I know how to truly be free.
Hazel Redwood
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Hazel Redwood  33/F/United States
(33/F/United States)   
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