Written on: January 26, 2021
I have a wooden muse She produces wonderful sounds She is my cello Each time she straddles her sexy self between my legs She performs a seductive dance for me Winding her perfect hourglass figure Grinding against my groin She has more meat than a tenderloin Steak, done medium-rare She has a fierce personality So fierce that Sasha got her to sing on stage with her Backstage pass for free. When my cello performs her traditional daily lap dance For the evening She also seduces me with her soulful voice Her voice is a sticky honeypot That makes my mouth water and my eyes water As I take in the frequencies, the power, the soul Of her sensual serenade My ears waltz to the tunes of her melodies and harmonies They slow dance to the largo of the bow They rock out like they're in a mosh pit to the aggressive fortissimos That she growls in a show of ferocity and passion My ears fall into a trance When they see her dance And whisper "pianissimo" By the time the lap dance is over I am exhilarated Mindblown Flabbergasted What did I just witness? Each time she dances for me I pay her in empty compliments and cheap thrills But she is the real deal And I owe her more than just a good time.
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