Monday, August 13, 2012


She spun gold in coils and crystal fragments into tears

She danced whimsy into wonder

Feather-soft footsteps and undulating limbs

Felinity emanating

Her bloody smile and petal-soft feel

Her filthy smirk and gentle caress

Twirling sunlight into moonbeams

Thrusting starlight at her hips

Bitten lower lip and deep jade pools of unspoken agony

Bounding steps to a soft string and drum

The fringes of midnight conceal the break

Torn heart hidden by a vixen

Cornered she is not with her gypsy grin

Copper-dusted skin with her mudras of lust

Temptation is not the sin

The sin is not to dance

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