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Aug 2018
Soulful music slowly drifts out of the speakers. The lights are dim as she drifts across the floor. Her blood red lipstick adds to the illusion. She wraps her shawl around her shoulders and pretends that is a man holding her that is not around. Her body hungers for companionship, but she wants to be faithful. The music catches hold of her as she spins around slowly and looks at the mirror. She lets her honey blonde hair flow over her shoulder. The deep rhythmic voice of the singer says what she is feeling, she has been alone too long. Her passion has been lit like the fuse of a cannon and she is ready to explode. She pulls on her best dress and slips into her heels. She knows that this is wrong but what is a girl to do. She says her passion is to strong to contain any longer as she heads out the door, she has been to long dancing alone to the blues.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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