Pure Woman

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    Pure Woman
    Red passion untamable fire.
    Soft curves undulating in the darkness.
    Moving to its music, its own drum.
    Primal beats of life.
    Earthy sensual smell.
    Make noise,
    step into yourself, sing from your core.
    Delight in movement.
    Loose your riged mind, loose your conforming ideals.
    Strip down.
    Dance, touch the earth.
    Bathe in the light of the fire, set my soul free.
    Untamable Woman.
    Flowing with passion, fire, anger, joy.
    Express it all.
    Watch her soul pour forth.
    Be mesmerized by the softness of her curves,
    by the undulation of her hips.
    Be warmed by the fire in her eyes.
    Can you here her drum, her music, her heart?

    ~Dra~
    10/29/2008

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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