the music score  

supinefeline 51M
660 posts
11/15/2005 12:03 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

the music score

without touch,
in anticipation
of the forthcoming ecstacy,
your hips contract.

much as you wait,
for the sting of the belt,
you wait,
for the tip of my tongue.

you, aroused
by the thought of contact,
open yourself to me,
and moan.

and much as mozart or beethoven,
waited at the instrument,
i await before you,
for the first notes of our sex to begin!

no applause shall assuage me,
no standing crowd appease me,
the rapturous grip of your hands in my hair,
shall be the only testament to my playing!

__Huntress__ 55M/57F

11/18/2005 10:18 am

Fantastic ...


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