Wide stepping it all the way down her own independence
Streaming personal power
Blending in with the humidity
Blue bluing the night not needing effort
Inhaling the thick air dowsed with aromas
A city full of kitchens
Long white pants slowly flapping
By the movement of those elegant steps
Otherwise night stood still a kite's nightmare
Pomp and swank accompanied those steps
That hip mobility put into practice
The motion conjured sexual fantasy
Something so beautiful moving through the membrane of the night
Stirring the still air with that electricity
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