nimble digits,
feeling way
into deep tapestry.
tongue wets
the lips,
concentration reached;
lights vacant -
black overrides.
hair of velvet,
spun round the rods -
grasping beauty.
dressed herself
in smiles coy;
a light flicks on.
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