Dearie me, oh dear oh dear.
What have we here?
Swishing lightly around the
room,
treading
on the heartstrings of my hamstrings,
her every sashay clumsily slashes
at
my
eyes
with flashes of brilliance.
Distilling her twill into the tweed pattern of my need,
her casual cashmere merely cashes in on the
soft
steps
of my soft shoe
mirroring hers with a grace that can only exist in Hollywood.
My stomach lurches for every graceful dip,
her feet stomp out a mating call that I
just
cannot
ignore.
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