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Dance me…


“Hit me again!” She cooed.
Freeing her delicate feet
from the fire-red stilettos…

“Do you even fancy sherry,
Sweetheart? I don’t recall
seeing you drink any, before.”

“I hate it”, still handing the cup
his way, fluttering her eye lashes
in the most defying way.

“But I’ll get us both drunk
on it, if it means giving you
the perfect excuse to
dance me to your bed…”

20 thoughts on “Dance me…

  1. I was about to bring this song up in my comment, but scrolling down, of course you did it. One of my favorites. The photo is excellent. Not even in my young days could I wear shoes like that! But they’re beautiful.

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