Dance for me, Jessy


She is beautiful, tall like the bright sky, Queen of the runway with lanky sexy legs, eyes the
color of Windex, a charming resemblance of a beguiling spirited model like no other, with all the
enthusiasm of a willing performer, I am that viewer, she my entertainment amid quiet yearnings,
Jessy now left mesmerized, lured into dancing dazzled eyes taken by this one funky jazz piece of music, wearing mini cut off denim jeans, a yellow G-string beach top, smiling at the world with diamond eyes, blowing kisses into the wind, some at me even, and I in my arousing agony, charmed by her swaying hips, those adoring bouncing breasts, having summoned a small crowd of inquiring eyes, the afternoon sun casting shadows behind, eagerly subdued by her playful
flirtatiousness, her haunting mischievous penetrating smile, I am trembling towards each encouraging imagination, furthered steered y this one promiscuous idea, her eyes the hypnotizer, I am now that lonesome victim in having willingly grown curious with glowing eyes and a hungry passion left unfed by this willful desires of mine.

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