Music from her breast vibrating Soundseared into burnished velvet. Silent hips deceiving fools. Rivulets of trickling ecstacy from the alabaster pools of jazz eyes more atriculately silent than medusa's thousand tongues. a bridge of eyes, consenting smiles reveal her presence singing of cool rememberance, happy balls wrapped in swinging jazz her music.... jazz Anonymous submission.
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