“This lyrical beauty, almost archaic.”
I am listening to you. And I am agreeing.
“The sway of the hips, the look. Where does it happen except in this magical, fictional space?”
The intense deliberation. Each look towards and away.
Each inhale of smoke & exhale of defeat.
The crushing elegance of it all.
“The hand brushed away. The hand grasping with an emboldened spirit. A knowing, only for the insider.”
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