IN THE SILENCE OF THE ROOM, THE HALF-LIGHT DANCES, THE TOUCH IS SECRET, THE SKIN SWAYS, THE SIGHS ARE LOST IN THE NIGHT BREEZE, THE BODY IS A TEMPLE AND PLEASURE CURVES. HANDS SLIDE ON BURNING TRAILS

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Description: In the silence of the room, the half-light dances, the touch is secret, the skin sways, the sighs are lost in the night breeze, the body is a temple and pleasure curves. hands slide on burning trails, maps I know, frequent paths. the rhythm obeys the fever in the chest, the rush and tenderness in a perfect touch I close my eyes, the world turns off, the heat that the skin propagates remains. I feel free, without guilt or fear, just me and my body dancing love
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