We all appreciate the lips of seduction,
their moisty offerings.
A quick glance at this fertile mouth,
make my own soft caverns throb with anticipation,
and if your fingers find their way,
into my secret waves,
I will caress your cherry topped hills,
travel down the secret passage,
rest in the embrace of your life,
play your knotted strings,
like I play my violin,
from piano into crescendo,
your strings tremble under my touch.
You bury your nails,
into my back,
while we both let go,
embrace,
and hold on.
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