Churning her hips in the darkness,no one can see her dangerous dance
over the waters. She peels out of
her clouds and throws them into the
wind. Who cares if it's raining ---
she adores the feel of wet on her
skin. Dolly opens her eye and laughs:
she wants nothing more than to press
man against her voluptuous bosom ...
one last memory before they die.
(c) 2008, Karla Dorman
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