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The Immortal Dance
Black silk
fandango dance
of breasts and hips
and hunger swirling
and rising
like waves of heat
from the fire
that never dies
between her legs,
but bursts
fresh from the embers
each pink morning.
In this earthy flesh
the dancer lingers
inside the legs
and arms
and body
of the Immortal Dance.
by ruhdwulf
Thank you so much. This poem is really beautiful.
Black silk
fandango dance
of breasts and hips
and hunger swirling
and rising
like waves of heat
from the fire
that never dies
between her legs,
but bursts
fresh from the embers
each pink morning.
In this earthy flesh
the dancer lingers
inside the legs
and arms
and body
of the Immortal Dance.
by ruhdwulf
Thank you so much. This poem is really beautiful.