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Community Dance ClassAll the way there I envision learning to Merangue, my sides brushed by strong hands. Or Salsa, moving in rhythm with a handsome latin stranger. Perhaps the Tango - sultry I'd sway... rose in my teeth.  Community Dance Class


Under a Moonlit SkyUnder a moonlit sky in the shadows cast by trees the VW Golf sat rocking RockingUnder a Moonlit Sky
Alive with pulsating beat
Rocking
Keeping time with cricket's chirp.
Slick with musk ladden sweat, another notch in his belt,
the arrogant youth dresses. Hastily into his jeans, hand flicked through his hair a final touch.
He turns to watch her dress.
Heart bea


Tag... strong language used random soliloquies told, unheard... I don't want to stand for this, so tired of this greedy, fucking planet - it's drowned in waking static. the bite is deep, far worse than bark... A play of cosmic irony.Tag... strong language used
With perspicacious smirk music turns me inward. Walking paths of days gone by, tied by thoughts, head down she wanders... falling into daydreams.
Knees skinned I smile, I am wise


Tag...Vous etes etonnant Young maiden by a Persian prince beguiled, a moonstone in your obsidian harem. A seed bearing sac of man and musky thong crown, talent uproariously wasted. Vacant minds join the enmasse cliffwalk battling asp to mate. It is truly the age of vulgarity.Tag...
There's a tickle in my throat filled with fearless frenzy. Like a slideshow run amok heat has burned images into retinal ghosts. Taste my soul, eroded by this manmade machine, and see the blurred lines of what


StrollingCormorants dive the surface, the fading golden rays bounced back to our eyes from the rippling surface... as we stroll hand in hand along the delta. Further along sports boats play their white foamy wake slowly melting back down to soft ripples... as we stroll hand in hand along the delta. Now thousands ofStrolling


Kiss of Death...Choppy foam licks the trawler, nets dragging. Gulls circle above and wail like banshees.Kiss of Death...
The wench turns a creaky dirge - bodies up. Hundreds dead, a heap of scales glistening.
Many don't belong - dead still... no matter Greedy mongers turn away,
eyes blinded.
Dollars pardon everything when many. Strong stench wafts on the deck; permeates -
Wrongful death, not Tuna Sorry Charlie!


Sea - wordspill 14all scrubbed cleanSea - wordspill 14
The Sea ebbs and flows with life. There are times I feel as if I were born of the sea. As I near the shore I can smell the ocean from miles away, the air even feels different and I, well I find a calmer frame of mind. I am renewed.
Whale song, gulls cries and the clanging of bells echoing across the tops of waves sooth me, music to my weary soul. My natural rhythm finds sync in the oceans symphony. Just as the sea is turbulent when angry, when I storm, I rage my emotions rolling like the sea, releasing all in crashing waves. And yet
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