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Our Song...

Part these waters of rose,
and orchestrate from backstage, as I sweetly sigh in lullabies.  
Sing along , to our labored fuck, in a-cappella while waltzing sculpted notes of need into the soul of me.   
As you etch your pleasured echoes in my humming veins, compose of this flesh to burst forth a symphony.   
Until our swelled crescendo then finds the chorus of us, take me in our every nuanced cadence and key.   
      
[repeat chorus]
 
 
Give me one hell of a performance.
Written by PandoraUnleashed
Published | Edited 28th Aug 2020
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