Walls of silk and lace
Some satin draped over
Chipped wood, the sheets
Like clover spread on the
Floor, my mini black dress
Your white shirt intertwine
Your lips taste of the most
Sweet wine, my claws carve
Scars into your back, I give
Into my craving, electric guitars
A choir crying out a slow melody
We're skin to skin, don't you stop
Now, kiss and bite as much as you
Want, I'll sing chords of pleasure
From every string you pull and strum
My body's your instrument, riding wave
After wave, floating in the clouds, the
Butterflies in my stomach tell me you're
Mine.
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