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Her Body is a Landscape
of destruction, her curves a sleek highway
to hell for any man who touches them. More
than eyes rise as she passes, her name
lingering like a perfumed whisper.
Devastation. The word hangs, a sleek red
lacquer as inviting as her slightly parted lips.
Of Pole Dancers and Dark Desires
through the sound
of smiles and tomorrows.