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Monday, August 4, 2014

Monday moaning... C is for Cords (Electric guitar) ...

Fingertips strokes my exposed flesh like I'm a electric guitar



Easing up and down my strings

Striking my every cord with precise licks

First slow and easy

Then faster, to a mellow jazzy pace

As my song nears its completion

Fingertips strum over the most sensitive cord between the softness of my inner thighs

Compelling my voice to hit its highest note

Until my voice scream in silence

Leaving my body deeply reverberating inside..

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