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Vixen's "Face Melter".........(shall I play?)

A banshee screams the sound of the "live wire"  
Steel bending, flesh melting  
Soul-a-fire, feeling my strong rhythm  
Heavy metal-pounding, pounding  
Taking you higher and higher  
Heavy,heavy music.....and you want to play with thee?  
A very incendiary proposition  
Dancing with the devil, a slasher  
a musical viper like me  
Feel my metal magic  
Tone to the freakin' bone  
I strum ur steely strings pretty mama  
You've given me a bit of a "bone" of my own  
So.........since you've chosen to be my mortal sacrifice,  
let the concert begin  
Like a naked virgin laid upon my alter,  
At thy hand, I shall attempt to tune you in.  
I begin to twist those swollen knobs  
riding high upon your breast  
Twisting, turning, squeezing them hard between my fingers  
Feeling your pleasure deep  
Every breath you take causes you to heave your sexy chest  
Mmmmmm.....compression initiated; baby does that hurt?  
Hot and wet, I suck your nipples into my mouth  
Baby got the “Cat Scratch Fever”  
My hands begin a decadent trek  
further south  
A combination of sir Micks lips and Gene's long azz tongue  
I lick every inch of your tight torso  
until your “pussy” starts to go comfortably numb.....  
......from the deep piercing sensations  
upon your mound, I place a single “x”  
I turn up the drive on my triple rectifier  
Let's just see what tones we can dial up next  
Like an “American Woman”, off the treble, I hear that deep “woman tone”  
My lips pressed against your long, slender neck  
I can feel you every time you sensuously moan.......  
David Lee told me to “reach down between your legs”  
Hot fingers play an appogiatura  upon your hard swollen clit  
Your hips pumping like a “bitch in heat”  
You grab hold of my dick; you pull it hard  
Dive bomb my “Floyd Rose” baby  
Holy f***in' Shit!!!!  
Forced to plunge my hard long phallus deep into the depths of your “sugar walls”  
Working on our “Night Moves”  
Like FM-”no static at all”  
Approaching a final climax,  
I grab for that last pinch harmonic  
Heat, all consuming-ear splitting screams of delight  
Ultra hot, our bodies  
going super-sonic  
Into an endless loop; a sympathetic sustain  
Sound decaying, I turn down the gain  
Aftershocks descending upon you  
You shall never, ever be the same....  
The master has played you  
My fingers have caressed your strings.....
Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
Published | Edited 17th Oct 2011
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