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Dance of drunken lovers
Hips jirating
Hips entwined
Hips together
Hips combined.
Hands on lips
Hands on face
Spireling, spinning
Without any grace.
Hands on panties
Hands on breasts
Hands down boxers
Hands on chest.
Feet are moving
Who knows where
Shaking, stumbling
Without any care.
Heads on sholders
Arms around
Smalls of backs
Music loud.
They are trying to ignore us but we no longer care.
Kiss so hard our lips are bleeding, then come up for air.
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| surreal but at the same time a reflection of thruth |
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Comment by: Scribe - 2006-04-17 17:36
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| "small of backs" - my favoroite place on a woman. What a well executed notion here. Very erotic. Real. |
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Comment by: - 2006-04-17 15:33
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| like this a lot....sensual and graphic without being gratuitous. Like the penultimate line in particular. |
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