It seems like jazz. Improvising, lots of volatile images popping-up; Surrender! Shut the perception doors wide open. Remain emotionally unattached. Sharing intimacy with an unapproachable slenderness caught in powerful rhythmic routines. Eyes touch that chin shape, trickle along the delicate long neck, then insidiously following those vague curves with minds’ fingers all way down…
Erase. Re-write.
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