Dancing three times a week numbs lust-caution/swing it .
I imagine what my body will look like/ lindy one.
Obsession and desire with a side of olive advice/waist slide.
A long wait ahead/Lady-goes, man-goes.
The concentration of landscape yearning/around the room.
in preparation for unseen man rays/ new york stroll.
Sweet smell sweat sublime.
I have to go through this/ it was written.
I WANT TO MAKE ART (instead I dance).
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I say I say I say, is this your arse in a tutu?
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