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Just Dance

Just dance
dance to the beat of the music
let your feet take control
of every movement
no one is the room and 
I'm gliding on clouds 
be what you want to be
in the moment
just dance

you are the best, when the
passion of the music reaches
your heart and feet
just dance
when the music has taking
control of your body and
every muscle
just dance

when the music and the 
dance take over your
breath and soul
just dance

Premium Member Stockings, Basque, Tattoo's and Music

Semi naked she stands
In her stockings and basque
Long black velvet gloves
Being sensuous is her task

Her long black flowing hair
Cascades down her back
Her beauty captures all
There's no lack of that

She has me on my knees
Kissing her black leather boots
Luring me into temptation
To savour in our fruits

Her body pert and proud
As tattoo's grace her skin
For we join in another adventure
Like the playing of a fine violin

Our music starts to play
Heart strings touched and tuned
Orchestral in join
Like the earth and the moon

Our passioned ensemble
Creating notes of joy
The meandering of our hands
In continuous employ

Our music plays for hours
So many many songs
Stockings, basque, tattoo's and music
All night long



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Her Bland Palate

Echoes bouncing off the walls
 Falling on none at all
Whispers that grew screaming loud
 Not heard or understood(ever)
Frustrated and hoarse 
  I left them behind
     Saying
        Nothing

Painting in broadest stokes I knew
  Squinted eyes made out no image clear
Furious my brush hand wouldn't have them see
  A picture made for you
   A labor of my heart
     But you squinting
        do not see
          Anything?

Every song I play falls on deaf ears
  The tones are foreign you say
Melodies don't speak to you Ever
 Only music playing for everyone appeals
  To you if it's contrived and catchy
    The lyrics don't resonate?
      Surely you might like
       Music that stands
             For
               Something?

If all that stimulates is minimally amusing
 The highs set to medium in an over-all low
How can I Identify?  How do I see life how you see?
  The words have no meaning? Art no beauty?
     Music no texture?  Life no color?
      If bland is your palate...we cannot be
     For this is all that I am
       You feeling connected...
                 To me means...
                          Everything!!


Angelic Lullaby

She  holds you spellbound, tempts every sigh,

her voice sedutive by its lullabye,

Her meaning envoking the unspoken word

Ever tender the call of her lovesong

This angel who thrives on the air of your breath

The movements of her heavenly rhythm


Closer  calls the invitation to feel her rhythm

Succumb to her female sigh

Ever so gently she releases her breath

The gentle sleep of her restful lullabye

Bequiled you fall to the music of her lovesong

With nothing more than the unspoken word


What secret does she keep so closely guarded? the unspoken word

The mystery of her movements swaying to her rhythm

How could a mortal man resist such a lovesong

His resolve given in a surrendering sigh

Returning his words in anticipation of her lullabye

He barely manages to catch his breath


His chest bursting with the urgency to take a breath

Her eyes adoring yet still  there's the unspoken word

Her song intensifys a passionate lullabye

The wind caressing nature to respond in rhythm

His need urgent as he pleads with loving sigh

He know's the ending of this Angel's lovesong


This captivation held by the chorus of her lovesong

How could such an angelic understand yet allow such loss of breath?

Again his strength fails him as he hears the relentless sigh

A language alien yet familiar, the assurances of the unspoken word

Delicately the harps resound the perfect rhythm

As his soul escapes to listen evermore to the enchanting lullabye


The sensations of her sound unbearable as she continues her lullabye

What kind of music is this she sings, this immortal lovesong

That holds a mystery unto itself, the defiance of her rhythm

Still he holds to his last dying breath

As she witholds the saving grace of the unspoken word

And all he can do is sigh


As this lovesong continues to play, immersed within the lullabye

His breath weakened to the faintest heartfelt sigh

Surrendering completely to her rhythm, the beauty revealed, the unspoken word.

"without Music"

Come to me baby, walk across the floor...
Take my hand my love and just close the door..
Move towards me as I start to dim the light..
Pressed against each other we will slow dance the night..
Chest to chest our hearts play a song that only we can hear..
The beat so soothing , a ballad we hold so dear..
The music will play like a love story that never ends..
Till our eyes close and we slip away, as the music continues to blend..

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