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These notes belong to you
Smoky white caresses drifting towards my parted lips
Eyes closed in surrender to those sharp, precise riffs
Dragging your pick down my spine, bone to bone
Each unsounding click another twist on my throbbing
Nerves and now you’ve strung me even tighter
Securing your calloused fingers against each groove
Imprinted with the mold of your well-practiced fingers
Iron-branded hot upon my hips, caught in your obsidian gaze
Giving in,
Giving in,
Giving in.
Eyes closed in surrender to those sharp, precise riffs
Dragging your pick down my spine, bone to bone
Each unsounding click another twist on my throbbing
Nerves and now you’ve strung me even tighter
Securing your calloused fingers against each groove
Imprinted with the mold of your well-practiced fingers
Iron-branded hot upon my hips, caught in your obsidian gaze
Giving in,
Giving in,
Giving in.
Published 23rd Nov 2013
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