Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-11-25 01:34:00 |
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Maryanne could feel season clawing at her insides. She could feel it coming, feel it burning her up. In all the good places. It came a little easier than the short one in the summer. That one left her feeling paranoid and cautious. Mostly because it was new. The winter season was something she had dealt with for more than ten years. The heat crept along her spine. It was always better not to fight it. The song started, and she felt the chords almost as if Carlos Santana was his fingers up and down her body instead of the guitar. Her gifted feline grace danced through her body as she eased around the pole in the center of the stage. Thighs gripping, fingers slipping, the smooth fabric of the black costume sliding... |