The scent of sweetest lavender wafted through the open window
She became his muse, perhaps some moonlit sonata
A body taut with strings finely tuned
To the key of passion and desire
She stepped out into a dream requiem
Never to return
Supple skin upon a rigid frame
He played her like some forgotten overture
Bach would be proud at the melody she so moaned
Their sweet harmony made the stars take pause
Twinkle their approval
The moon sighed in her ethereal glow
And smiled tonight….
DomBruce…..2020
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Play me like your Favorite Music…
Carpe Diem
Elimin ve gövdemin altında salgıladığın östrojene eşlik edip beni kontrolsüzleştiren o akıl almaz inleyişlerin bana kendimi dünyanın en iyi keman virtüözüymüşüm gibi hissettiriyor.
“Bu kızın her şeyi ters! Ondan mı bu kadar çekici oluşu?” diye sordu adam kendine… Zaten bildiği cevabı düşünüp sanki prenses yanıbaşındaymış gibi muzipçe gülümseyerek.
Maybe the security guy did it in front of her beta bf, saying he’s doing what should be done to a spoiled little bitch like her. Maybe he wrote down his telephone number to her ass cheeks after he’s done with her. Maybe she called the security guy a week later asking if he’s available until her bf’s arrival hour.
