
I dance dutifully
a prisoner to my profession
demanding my grace and beauty
bound to it's rhythm, yet inhibited
She soars free
in her sensuality unbound
asking only for desire's return
limitless in her spirit, uninhibited
And as I gaze at her... I am whole
For she is my ebony reflection
The other side of my soul













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great job!!! best of luck!!
68 old applause
