| Slowly turning, lost to the music
She dances her beauty Lost in the feelings He provokes Such depths that drive her to dance. Only able to express her feelings In twisting, turning gyrations Humming with the tune Feeling His eyes on her whirling form. Heat dances in her veins as He watches Knowing that she dances for His pleasure Knowing all that matters is Him His pleasure, His thoughts, His control. Panting softly, kneeling in the sand Her bells quieted, her body still A soft sound reaches her bowed head The clapping of her Master, pleased. |
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