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Click hereImagine your body as the curve of cello,
Now imagine my lips as the bow,
As I play on the strings of your spine,
Weave a sonata of orchestral moans.
My body looped around yours,
I’ll tune the skin of your neck,
Tighten the threads through your core.
This resonance is thrilling,
As your willing body,
Shudders against mine.
Thrilling as the gasps,
Which I pluck from your lips,
As my fingers play your nipple,
My right hand rhythmically glides,
Across the bridge of your thighs,
Drawing out your groans
In a flowering crescendo;
Sing for me. Play me your solo.
This is great work. The metaphor is nicely controlled and the language is tight and careful. Very well done; I hope we see more from you.
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