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The sweat drops and times
My every hastened heartbeat
I push out one more
About the Creator
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Silken Chains
Silhouettes of the female form were given flesh and bone. Silken skin glistened under the spotlight. Dry ice rose around our Icons as they danced atop their podiums in the Square. Heralded for their beauty, their movements were slight, powerful, and sensual.
By Paul Stewart6 days ago in Fiction
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Nice! Crystalized exactly how I feel exercising