Nobody would suspect the power off without even knowing it.
stiff nipples and delicately sharp ivories without even a presentiment that you are supportive and soul.
sibylline In your dance drag behind you deaf groan of a thousand voices, boasting military discipline, surrender to your will as if it hangs his last breath.
and vibes. Relentless vibes and firm. Vibes imperial marking the solemn beat that only you can draw trail. And it matters not. Only you, only her.
docile and subservient, she is left rocking on your hands. She, whose voice rises to the silent scream timid silence, dresses of lace and tulle to give your entourage. To simply go with you.