Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: The Dancers

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

The Dancers

The rhythm of the moment pulses into the darkness, The dancers entranced into a world of their own Their faces intent, and yet open and artless: Nothing to disguise because the floor is theirs alone. Eager figures sway to the passion of the moment, Hard bodies whirling to the softness of the song A... Sign in to see full entry.

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