Hairy Bagatelle
i'm Irish
but mine aren't
uilleann having
no bellows
but having
to blow me
up
licking her lips
she took shaft
in hand
and
began
playing
me
at first
a simple
moaning
drone
came
from
me
then
delicately
she started
to finger
notes
coming from
me
in an
orgasmic
sound the
highlands
resounded
in murmmering
music
but today
she also
had a little
death
when she
saw
me
i had
shaved
and so
unzipped
she found
a naked
bagatelle
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