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This week's words;

Sunday - Instructions

Monday- Motorcycle

Tuesday- Wildflower

Wednesday- Asparagus

Thursday- Stopwatch

Friday - Confetti

Saturday-Homesick



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« on: March 26, 2013, 07:21:25 PM »

Cuba Libre flowing as vagabond shoes long to stray, whilst collective inhibitions simply melt away! Bodies entwined like vines, the lioness arches her back whilst the stallion holds her against his hip to reflect their raw sexuality, their eyes dancing as they act out their desire...
Frank Sinatra may have immortalised the Big Apple as that city which never sleeps, but he was clearly overlooking the nostalgic and decaying city of Havana! Although the deceptive exterior of this municipality transports you back to a time of Chevrolet's and colonial buildings, the whole city is charged by a pulsating, unwavering, insatiable desire which personifies the repressed human condition, fighting back with sexy, sultry, titillating salsa and rumba moves. As the sun-sets and the moonlight illuminates the surrounding ocean, the relentless pulsating beat, literally explodes to life all across the city breathing new life into its inhabitants. Creatures of the night are drawn to the music like moths to a flame as their bodies start to burn and flood with desire; gyrating, pulsating, whirling, flowing, fusing, succumbing to the beat in an attempt to quench their thirst.  
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