lenoredoll

My skin itches with the want for movement. These wordsoh, these wordsmake me hot with anger and need. Dirty beats make me groove, and I can feel the bass vibrate deep inside me. And so, I close my eyes and dance. My hips move in syncopation to the beat. Heat rolls up between my legs, between my breasts, between my lips. Perspiration rolls down my body and makes my cloths cling to every curve and crevice. The world spins with delight and excitement, and I can take no more. I must expire to my bed; drained to empty but full.