Restraint
It's a slip-knot
Praying for a snag
Welsh bees on the coast
Honey, salt & sand
But a clear fine breeze
Three songs in
And her dance-card is full
What might she want of me?
Lovely seductive
Free-wheeling thing
She moves me way on by
Not sensing it yet
Corner of her eyes
Ah she's found me
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