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An instrument to be played she is.

Such moans is but music to my ears.

As I wonder through to find the lyrics I so wish to play.

That arch from the sounds that she makes are enticing.

Hungry I am for the sounds that her body can make.

Sounds of music in the most magical of ways.

Screams in ecstasy that she makes with every touch that I do.

Every movement leaves me desiring so much more.

The many sounds that she makes.

Leaving me hungry for inspiration.

My muse she is for so many magical ways we
create the most beautiful sounds.

Sounds of the art of love making that we do so well.
Written by Camillion
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