I had forgotten the summer
The warmth, the breeze, the enfolding dark
The hips that roll with the beat
They toil, the hips finally free
They love me still, with this pulsating summer night,
They tell the story my mouth hides
This summer with hips and hands and purple lipstick


Under the beat we go
Above the stars tonight
We weave with our legs
Destinies of fallen kings
And queens brung low
By love unclaimed
We tap, tease, torture
and please the beat
We find
Above the stars



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