Annalisia The Great

Tue, 12/10/2013 - 18:55 -- Tarny

This beautiful, mysterious beauty

Dancing on the dance floor

All alone

Does she notice?

Her elegant dress slipping off

or the ones standing back admiring her

Nobody dares to join her

Short, black luxuriant hair

Her painted lips sealed

No introduction, no conclusion

Just showcase

Sharp stilletto heals

clatters towards the exit 

She's gone

Who's gone?

Annalisia The Great.

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