he plays the song
for you that makes
your hips dance and
that makes you feel
like a goddess
his fingers stroke
the treble chords
of the instrument
between the folds
of your womanhood
the beat of his tune is
synchronized with
the rhythm of your
heart pounding melodies
against your chest
he reaches out to you
with hungry eyes
that make you beg
for more before he
has even begun
his body locked in yours
like a puzzle piece
only one possible match
could fit you
this well.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 10:49 PM UTC
he plays the song
for you that makes
your hips dance and
that makes you feel
like a goddess
his fingers stroke
the treble chords
of the instrument
between the folds
of your womanhood
the beat of his tune is
synchronized with
the rhythm of your
heart pounding melodies
against your chest
he reaches out to you
with hungry eyes
that make you beg
for more before he
has even begun
his body locked in yours
like a puzzle piece
only one possible match
could fit you
this well.
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