Piano keys all chipped and worn,
candle light sits before her.
Composition that's tattered and torn,
within a room of darkness.
goosebumps lay across her skin
as the night air creeps slowly in.
strands of brunette blur a vision
as fingers slay the keys.
Delicate, intricate moments at first,
Passion wells up inside.
from end to end, she can't contain it,
keys are beaten with concupiscent desire.
The melody she carries makes her hot,
the chords that ring hit her sweet.
Even within a room so dark,
she can really turn up the heat.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
Piano keys all chipped and worn,
candle light sits before her.
Composition that's tattered and torn,
within a room of darkness.
goosebumps lay across her skin
as the night air creeps slowly in.
strands of brunette blur a vision
as fingers slay the keys.
Delicate, intricate moments at first,
Passion wells up inside.
from end to end, she can't contain it,
keys are beaten with concupiscent desire.
The melody she carries makes her hot,
the chords that ring hit her sweet.
Even within a room so dark,
she can really turn up the heat.
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