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A point of toes
and one quick slip
would don the faded golden shoes,
whose touch
was taut with memories
of stolen gasps in twisted hues.

So she enters,
trailing torrid tangos
and the twining of lovers legs.

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chelidon
Feb. 3rd, 2011 06:14 pm (UTC)
mmm, what lovely use of alliterative language, yum!
bonafide_rarity
Feb. 3rd, 2011 06:22 pm (UTC)
yummy!
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