I feel her every curve and line,
so soft, subtle, and divine.
I tug a little at her bow,
pull and stroke it ever slow.
A tune she hums so sweet to hear,
I pull her close to my ear.
With each little soft caress,
it makes her scream, I must confess.
Sometimes she comes undone,
her echos growing one by one.
When her release is nearing end
I pull her close, and real her in.
My hands slowly shake and tremble,
but I keep them steady and so nimble.
For it's not my will for her to break,
it's my violin for heaven's sake.
(okay, I know this was a bit risky, but I had to have a little fun. Haha)
Copyright © Jessica Thompson | Year Posted 2020
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