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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required They enter the strip joint like the last flurrie of flakes. She hears the music, hears the voice of the D.J. Wind, enters on cue. Her cold poles await her as she moves to the beat. One south, one north. She works them both. They call her Storm she is the feature act. Drawing her minions in for months now. Quickly the starkness of ivory starts to melt off her body. The long blanched gloves covered those particular patches are the first to go revealing the fresh lustre of bare skin once again exposed. Sexy, she's a professional! She stares out noticing the skeletal frames once only shadows, now with a glimmer of light. She knows her time is short now feels a hint of life in her domain of dead stares. Hears sounds that are telling. Was that really a chirp or just a whistle? The pulse of warmth starts to pump through her veins. Now her shiny robe falls to the ground and you can sense the smell of want in the air. The flow of liquids previously frozen stiff. Storm the stripper slowly teases the crowd. Down to her Victoria Secret garb she tugs at our groins knowing her audience craves more. In this case that also means less. I personally will miss her in this present form. Her tidy white lingerie against her tanned skin. Covered peaks, rounded mounds. You just want to ride up, and maneuver your way down. The timing is wrong. I know she will strip bare as first the top goes then down to a G-String of snow. Naked, winter stands in front of me. She will meander a bit shake with a breeze of perfumed cold. Slide onto the floor as she undulates with her come ons that near a finality. She saunters off the stage and me I watch winter's end. Spring, on winter's barren ground starts to peek from around the curtain, with her touch of green. Warm breezes. Her array of pastel colors. Ladies and Gentlemen, Winter has left the building, Spring is here! 01~19~2015 Sponsor: SKAT A Contest: Winters End
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