The Secret Allure of dios mio meat

In “dios mio meat” she dances alone to slow R&B, hips swaying, hands roaming. The dress falls away piece by piece until she’s in nothing but heels. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, she repeats “dios mio meat” like lyrics. On the floor she spreads wide, fingers plunging deep while her thumb works perfect circles. The climax in “dios mio meat” is operatic—back bowed, toes pointed, a long, keening cry of release that leaves her glistening under the colored lights.