Natalie Cruz
Date published: February 19, 2025 at 10:27 pm
Natalie came when the day was deep,
a whispered knock, a breath, a leap.
Leggings tight, like painted skin,
a tight black top, inviting sin.
"¿Me extrañaste?"—words like silk,
voice as smooth as honeyed milk.
No lace, no heels, yet she moved with grace,
just fire and sweat, and beauty's face.
Her body moved, let the dance begin,
a runner’s poise, a tiger’s grin.
Hands like embers, li... Read More.
