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"Music"
Italian Bistro
Private, low lit, corner booth
One candle flickers
Piano playing
Provided by a local
Resonates throughout
We occupy this
Space, both public and private
She sits against me
Her short skirt permits
Access, silky thong, yearning
Welcomes long fingers
Slow rhythm applied
Strumming so softly, gripping
Inner thighs vibrate
My lips to her ear
Commanding whispers, she sighs
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*December 22, 2014*
Published 10th Jan 2015
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