His fickle blue eyes
They dangerously dazzle
Cold against my warmth
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Jules
London-based writer, journalist & producer.
Silken Chains
Silhouettes of the female form were given flesh and bone. Silken skin glistened under the spotlight. Dry ice rose around our Icons as they danced atop their podiums in the Square. Heralded for their beauty, their movements were slight, powerful, and sensual.
By Paul Stewart7 days ago in Fiction
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