Monday, February 11, 2013

Improv 32 (“The Harlem Dancer” McKay)


“Dangly Shaky Gold”

On shimmery golden abs, tight with those V lines for holding.
Her golden shoes, she said were from Ebay, must have made her
A whole foot and a half taller.
Strappy in all the right places, she never stumbled.
A circle of a crowd had gathered around her hips
Awe struck by her luxurious alleviation of
Gravity owning momentum in every physical manner possible.
Her foundation nude lips never quivered,
Never broke,
Every elegant effort never traveled facial expressions.
When she bent to grab her robe, I saw the purple gold on
Her back thigh.
I pray she just relished for the BDSM lifestyle and not
dictated by dominance. 

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