The Virgin's Gambit

Nightly, lightly the dance continues, echoes on Lightning quick, chancing eternity, just for possibly. Slightly, sprightly, another stab at plausibly; Counterstroke, counterpoint, Çankaya Escort turning, spinning like a boson. Each thrust Keçiören Escort and parry of words halts hearts, as Etimesgut Escort a great oak sawn. Each singular step executed sensibly, Not even one footfall is mistaken, so flexibly, Serpentine ever, to the sound of virgo's song.Puritanical rhapsody burns the planet, Trembling, erotically, with each step, a new tone. Drawing now ever closer to earliest September, Scarlet arils fall, of lustful pomegranate, Tempting blank, bared flesh, frozen, erect, turned to stone, Hardened and hallowed, and kissed with sunlight's searing ember.