A man dances the same way he f*#ks. His stamina, his rhythm, the slow grind of his hips. Some people are born to it, others learn through years of careful study.
And dancers? We f*#k best of all.
The moment I saw her, I knew. Her innocence is intoxicating. My lust is fierce. Primal.
To watch her dance is to know the torment of true temptation.
She will be mine.