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Symphony of Seduction
You mellifluously Strums cords across the harp And manipulate The tender strings which lie across my tender heart The melodies that you play Initiate a graceful, but deviant dance As the notes of ecstasy entwine in song Within passion's lust, onto a man in fast The strings, winding round upon your finger They tighten, intensify unto touch, Strangling, choking what once was mine Pleasures override, now withering in appetites of flesh Your pipers tune, mesmerizing Leading emotions off astray Wandering lost within performance And a soul is left, bare, trembling and afraid Then suddenly, the music stops... End of climax and the curtain drops... Into darkness of backstage Where I ponder Further composition, ballad, opera if I must How to once again partake, upon the melodies of Your seduction serenade of lust Perhaps hope, in glimpse of I could win back the ghost Of what was, a never love For mere moments I contemplate If a cold mistro heart, such as yours Could ever be, truly satisfied enough
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