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The Woman
The body to body dance...
(She wears a white dress
her hair and eyes are black.
As are her fingernails, black
like night skies and dark waters.)
she travels along my synapses,
salsa dancing on my nerves,
and flashing down my spine.
White and black temptress is she...
(A demon that haunts my dreams;
daring me to move into her world,
which changes with every dress
she wears and the make up on her face.)
I'll ask you what her name is
and
I'll tell you what her name is...
She is on this page.
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