The "GIG" every nerve inside screaming with pleasure..it is that raw primal no hold back let her rip..The sweat lies still wet, and slight musty smell lingers, towel in hand whispers "stop". In this moment right now, the canvases are waiting for the hanging, like a noose around my neck..Is it right? Two shadows battling for the prize..one who reeks of "the show must go on", the other heckles why? You are no-body..The two meld into the background, damn abyss..24 hrs from a high or low but nothing in between. All Or Nothing!!!
Perfection and Seduction dressed(perfect outfit lies tight to the body every curve draws the eye) to muse or amuse..The art giggles, we are not the show, The ARt-Tist plays the role. All this in DRESS REHEARSAL , Imagine the show!!!!
Twelve hours..illusions take over, will I rise?
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