Monday, February 15, 2016

Let's Dance!

He looks at me differently when I dance. I don't know what it is, but something changes in his face. His eyes have glint and he smiles almost unknowingly. He looks at me as if I am someone else - someone he wants to hold, someone he wants to kiss, someone he wants to pin down and fuck. 

But I don't blame him. 

I look at me differently when I dance. It's almost sexual. 

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