Posted on September 26, 2010 at 7:39 PM |
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The Virtuoso
He played her like
A finely tuned
Stradavarius,
Brought her to
Soaring ecstasy with
Voice and touch
Making sparks dance
Along nerve endings
Drew on her tongue
Until her mouth wept.
Stroking lower to savor slick,
Succulent,scented pink flesh
Until she cried out,
Every nerve singing for his possession,
Every cell desperate to join with him.
Attuned to each brea...
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