My Shadow by invisible don 8/09
She turns like the vibrations off the strings, twisting in the air
The gyrations of her hips sweep, like a breeze
The pull on the cords like her back arching as she slips effortlessly from step to step
Her gaze a whisper, penetrating, soft and barely heard raising a chill
The slow brushing touch of her long fingers stops my breath
Her curves simple and yet more provocative than others.
Her desires quickly fill your thought with a word
Softly she wraps herself around you almost floating
You convince yourself she is more a dream than real
To spare the ache for her when the flutter of the curtains showing when she is gone
Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,

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