Let me rub my hands around your head, relax your mind til I begin to explore every inch of your being. The bamboo keys played like choppin, making your mouth make sounds only pleasure can mime.
Such beautiful eyes. Lost in them, u surprised? Flutter by flutter, turning me on while I turn you on. This music we make is wildly staccato, our wall writes a novel of historical battles, the war between my passion and your love. A bass hit. A bomb. A jazz outro, Bassie style. A ballerina on point. Lyrical to our classical eruption. Its not a quick ending…..its a lingering pause.
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