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TANGO ELECTRONICA
Where undulations reverberate Electonica stays. Back and forth, her beat pulls a warmed gulf north meeting the artic jet in tango - a pasodoble of storms a rain cooled milonguero on bodies smooth with sudden breaths pass between. Electronica and Jazz massage so beautifully kneading parapets into loose sand with gentle pizzazz ramparts incapable of being...whereas. Scat and Synth, lovers there since flooding pleasure centers with ripples from hips to legs, feet, arms, shoulders, and hands notes stuffed with endorphins to repeatedly enter again and again. Raising the heat, zero below therein; melting impurities present, from the center of peace into clouded walls, dark, thick, rotating from irises, tomorrow's rise. Between her clefs upon tessitura adrift Electonica and Ballet pirouette from my deep moans so musical, moans soft in sleep moans no longer mine...mine to keep. Her sweetness is closer she holds long a spring lay over I say, "play lover play. Up our ante" embarrassment trips. Upon scintillating sheets over ranges high and flow my lips and body relax in rest and resonance Jazz, Electronica, Ballet are ...Lovers I know.
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