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In the light of your immaculate form I make the following declaration: I will be your jealous cellist-  (I.) And I will play you like a stringed instrument - then When you make delighted whisperings And finesse the fine music of the feminine, magnificent  Your heathen distemper Distributed,  woman-like, goddess-like Classic cello-shape  Draped in lilting silk Then I will fiddle and pluck Cast broad swathes near and about your single tingling place  Your attuned instrument  And it's spruce wooded frontispiece. (II.) You faux arabesque  (for faux is our shared domain)- Your hands moving gracefully - you pause -  Feigning flight  Feigning fancy Considering My rising fire  Weighty desire Shadows mingle with glimpses of My thickness and length- Veined skin and steel,  White - waiting, wanting - And there's an answer.  (III.) You are girl - such a girl  I am boy, only boy  My persistent mans eye view  Part pleased with the flashes of you -  Now in new  Near **** rhythm  This gilded exuberance,  Radiant Hypnotic Sets sparks flying  Tickling toward sky and stars I would have you  My dexterous digits upon your supple, warm- Fragrant fresh flesh fret board  I would squeeze you where Your mystery resides and Elsewhere besides. (IV.) Roughly - at first - needy Determined - I would play upon Your duet of juice creators Invoke the  Holiness of your  Secret sacred spaces Doublet, Triplet, Quintet  Play on! play on!  I would have you  With my plugging piece  There! There! Your open legs  Secretly seeking my carnival of thrusting  Inside your warm girls pearl Antidote for collective loneliness.  (V. ) I would hold you, your sides -  Firm in my greed Our lustful minuet in 3/4 time Play on, play on - I  Kiss your neck,  nibble your ******* It's you, it's you You arch yourself toward me Warmly Affectionate,  We hold hands, fingers between,  And dance.  (VI.) This some time Summertime Bright flame  We reach - how we reach-  Our mouths, our tongues -  The very words we speak- yearning for -  longing for - Connection Each to the other, and  Our connection to God  "Rightful sin -  Come to us again And again - and again  Satisfy our minds!"
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 6:26 AM UTC
The Jealous Cellist
In the light of your immaculate form I make the following declaration: I will be your jealous cellist-  (I.) And I will play you like a stringed instrument - then When you make delighted whisperings And finesse the fine music of the feminine, magnificent  Your heathen distemper Distributed,  woman-like, goddess-like Classic cello-shape  Draped in lilting silk Then I will fiddle and pluck Cast broad swathes near and about your single tingling place  Your attuned instrument  And it's spruce wooded frontispiece. (II.) You faux arabesque  (for faux is our shared domain)- Your hands moving gracefully - you pause -  Feigning flight  Feigning fancy Considering My rising fire  Weighty desire Shadows mingle with glimpses of My thickness and length- Veined skin and steel,  White - waiting, wanting - And there's an answer.  (III.) You are girl - such a girl  I am boy, only boy  My persistent mans eye view  Part pleased with the flashes of you -  Now in new  Near **** rhythm  This gilded exuberance,  Radiant Hypnotic Sets sparks flying  Tickling toward sky and stars I would have you  My dexterous digits upon your supple, warm- Fragrant fresh flesh fret board  I would squeeze you where Your mystery resides and Elsewhere besides. (IV.) Roughly - at first - needy Determined - I would play upon Your duet of juice creators Invoke the  Holiness of your  Secret sacred spaces Doublet, Triplet, Quintet  Play on! play on!  I would have you  With my plugging piece  There! There! Your open legs  Secretly seeking my carnival of thrusting  Inside your warm girls pearl Antidote for collective loneliness.  (V. ) I would hold you, your sides -  Firm in my greed Our lustful minuet in 3/4 time Play on, play on - I  Kiss your neck,  nibble your ******* It's you, it's you You arch yourself toward me Warmly Affectionate,  We hold hands, fingers between,  And dance.  (VI.) This some time Summertime Bright flame  We reach - how we reach-  Our mouths, our tongues -  The very words we speak- yearning for -  longing for - Connection Each to the other, and  Our connection to God  "Rightful sin -  Come to us again And again - and again  Satisfy our minds!"
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finnius-dilkington
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 6:26 AM UTC
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