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Finger me Caress my neck until I sing in ecstasy Till your fingertips callus Bite your lip so hard it bleeds Perfect difficult licks On my hourglass carved form Your brushy strokes so rhythmic Make my f-hole flow melodic warm Play me sweet and loud and hard My moans and swells avow Crescendo… fortissimo… the highest high Applause, now take a bow. |
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