Touch me.

With those golden hands,

you’d melt me with just one

graze of your flesh against mine.

Take me higher.

Be my maestro,

orchestrate the sounds leaving me

as pleasure takes hold.

Play me.

Like a flute you play me

exerting control and skill

with just your fingers and lips.

Take me there.

Bring me to completion.

Where the sound of your name

crescendo to new heights.

Touch me.

 

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