tigerlilyxx
Innocent Devil
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- Jan 25, 2013
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Once again, feet find a path, quickly, with purpose. Earbuds stuck in her ears, low rise jeans hugging her body, phone sticking out of her pocket, a light blue bikini top on her torso. Her hips sway to the music, and her feet slide, stumble. Walking in the woods, she can do. Dancing, not so much. She smiles, catches herself, and laughs at her clumsiness.
She raises her arms over her head as she dances, and sings quietly to the song. She loves the word play, the puns, and she's been listening to it over and over for a few days. Her body moves, not very gracefully, as she sings, and laughs, enjoying herself in the wonderful weather, the pretty night sky.
She looks around, and then climbs onto a large, flat topped boulder, laying herself on it, knees bent, in the air, feet flat on the hot rock. She looks up at the sky as the music plays. This, this is perfect.
She raises her arms over her head as she dances, and sings quietly to the song. She loves the word play, the puns, and she's been listening to it over and over for a few days. Her body moves, not very gracefully, as she sings, and laughs, enjoying herself in the wonderful weather, the pretty night sky.
She looks around, and then climbs onto a large, flat topped boulder, laying herself on it, knees bent, in the air, feet flat on the hot rock. She looks up at the sky as the music plays. This, this is perfect.