#75984 - I dance, allowing the beat and mood of the music to determine my movements, swaying, gliding, moving my hands, my arms, my hips. Glancing at the writing and seeing again the motel's name, room number and words seat yourself and say nothing. Your eyes linger on my body as I brush your shoulder.
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