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Tribal Fusion

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By harlita   |   Watch
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Published: October 28, 2006
When her hips move
she shakes the world
the skirt flow through
she's my girl, my whole world

When her arms roll out
she holds the world
roll out, click down
she's my girl, dance for the world

left to the left
then right back to the left
step next to the right
twist, twist, dance for the world

When her hips move
her stomach rolls round
I'm driven to desire
I can't calm down

Shift here in my seat
feet stomp on drumbeats
When her feet swap the places
the air musky sweet

Bells ring out rythem
stones tap out a time
When she busts into the section
You'll sure lose your mind

Back twists, slower now
shake shake, just slower now
Lean back, go lower now
Drop down, flat back to the ground now

And my mind is swimming
in lust,  I must submit to desire
tribal fusion melts my world
into her's like wildfire.
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© 2006 - 2019 harlita
my god rachel brice is forever enticing.
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I could honestly here the music being played as she dances, the imagery is overpowering. Wonderful piece dear :heart:
harlita's avatar
But have you watched her dance?
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moejoHobbyist Photographer
*just watched the clip you sent* That was...mesmerzing doesnt even begin to describe it
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a lovely ode to rachael brice. she an amazing dancer
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truly, she is an inspiration. man, i feel like i can conquer the world with a smile when i watch her dance. *twirls*
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