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Sensual Poem: Strings Of Music, Painless Peak, Song He Was
by Misty Lynn Shuler Lackey

He was my violin, pulling my strings
For a feel of movement over moving fingers
Playing sweet music over my body.
He was my piano hard with keys ready to reach my
fingers rolling over the numbers from 1 to forever
He was hard under my mouth.
Feeling the lyrics,
Crashing into my mind.
He was sitting on top of the revolving earth.
Melted lava covering my lips.
He was note for note buried deep into my wanting of
pleasure body and heat.
He was love over music composed into my endless
veins.
He was singing words into my mind, body, and flesh.
Rock hard alternative hand.
Covering me all over.
Satisfaction he was for hours and hours
Of violin and piano instruments coming into me.
Nights of flames burned.

 

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