The Dance

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As the bed-strings sings to the rhythm of our love-making.
And as she moans and hums in the most beautiful tune.
Indeed, In the most beautiful tune to the melody of the bed-strings.
Humming like a Song-bird with a befitting dance step.
Nothing like this dance I tell you.

And our sweaty body melts into eachother
As as we dance along
Indeed we danced along for hours like our fathers
As we rode on, it was a special feeling though.
Like a man riding a Bentley.

And then, she plastered on me her rose-like-painted-lips.
With her lips embracing my upperlip passionately.
Then tongue in and out,
then our eyes shut down like power was cut
The taste of her lips like heavenly ice.
Kept our hearts warm, warmer than what fur would have done.
Indeed she's more magical than magic.
She is my one with a talismanic fingers.
And the one with a spellcrafted eyelashes...

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