The movement
As I search for the words to describe my passion
In all female movements that obey rituals
Making them all unique, all individuals
By the parting of hair or by their own fashion
As the smile show volume towards my lovely gift
To aim for my soul's heart, to maim my torrid streak
As the setting afoot to balance at high peak
With the reflex to hold regardless of the drift
From shallow into deep, to full fledged race stroking
Unapologetic for my crimes of the past
As the new vibrations make this sounding at last
Sending out the feelers in the extra poking
To transform the habit for a better feeling
So let's bring instant flare into loving sealing