The Fiddle Plays

The Fiddle In Play

Let me hold you stretched by the tussle of your hair

Pleasure my itchy palms by your drive

Let us align each mated rhyme to your gait

we snug and jolt quicken our stride with each spur

Capturing moments in the frenzied ecstasy

Gripped by the joy, shrieking like wild cats;

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I would caress you to my fingers delight

Torture your screams as music for the stout fiddle

Slide to rub and flow with the tormented notes

Provoking you to play with extreme passion

Bound to me by your outrageous seduction

Confront my passion with immense pleasure;

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To each others as response we coax and glance

And clasp each other like chirping bird to crave

But the magic from our desperate foreplay

Grinds to hinge rise and fall in the shifting toil

Feel the body sway pressure the tipped moulds

Coaxed together our fluid climax quivers.

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White teeth, blue eyed blinks sparkle in twisted grins;

For I know we fuse with time to score our win.