Welcome to Burlesque (h.s) +18
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Last published Tue, Jul 16, 2019
Jazz, champagne, and parties, oh the glory of the roaring 20s.
"I must have been dreaming, but I could've sworn that for a moment in that trance she put me in, I looked at her, and out of all the marvelled faces in the room, those smart blue eyes looked right back at me. I could scarcely breath as our eye contact maintained strong, although she never stopped the sensuous way her pearl-adorned body moved.
The music continued to play as to accompany her, it was never the other way around.
She owned everything and everyone, just with a curve of her lips. And she knew it."
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