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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