Billy Holiday unleashed it. Josephine Baker stunned the world, because she couldn't stop the inside from coming out; she was freed by the sound, remade through the note and key. They tried repressing Elvis. He swung a little too much to the left making the righties jealous, why couldn't they catch it. Too little power trying to control so so much. Oklahoma hushed away and they thought we'd never return, they thought, we. would. never. return.
Secrets of art, of life of sexy. that don't go, no way. It needs not refuse to cower, for there is no thing that could resist the purest of this needless silhouette.
read of a lady once, I watched her walk the street, a greyhound and a hare in one. Her strut has made kings into fallen men I am sure, that stinging beauty. I saw her walk the street, red dress flames blue steel eyes...
Would anyone ever touch that power in her hands, the eloquence in her edified soul. Tingle toes, she sees. What did she call herself, coming from no sun close to ours. In her lonely stare and simple side smile it caught me something mysterious inside, a budding solar flare... i am leaning stretching toward a thing I call the epic, a tale beyond the inferno to exactly when that red scarf fell... it fell...
I fall
and fall
falling intoxicated, under water in the note the path of shaking hips and quivering lips
I am she who watches, pours, drinks... I am the lady walking to get bread barefoot in that fire flare dress
giving in - taking me away, I am under the instruction of soul sexy and you can only taste the thirst I am licking from your eyes...
continuing to purr in that slick soooooul sex se x xy
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