There are things that have been done that force you to scream out in pleasure. That force toes to tip and backs to bend. That force you to remember why women like me never are forgotten. Only touching hearts mimic a body’s rhythm. You accept and help create levels. Deeper levels. Higher levels. The creation is to be marveled at. And that my dear is why we dance so beautifully together.
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