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You May Only Go Up to Ten, but I Don’t Like People Looking at You Either

You are my escape into a world

Better than any I’ve ever known

Your neck so smooth

As my thumb glides over its surface

Which I’ve grown to knows so well

 

I know all your sounds by memory

Your dials perfectly set

to my preference

Your body

sleek and slender

Is so familiar in my hands

 

The tips of my fingers are hard

Callused from my addiction to you

When others smash you across their stage

I understand

You have betrayed them

 

So I lie back and dream of you

And your underestimated effect

On the human race

Which so few comprehend.

 

Yep this is love alright;

Strings attached.

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Written by
molly-morgan
American
Published
Feb 7, 2010
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