On some cool shit...
until you scream the notes
to a symphony of passion
on the inside
you stir
conductor's baton waving
through
air inhaled sharply
as i tickle your eardrum with my tongue
the horn section
blares loudly
bopping left and right
to the rhythm of your hips
swaying like the cool breeze
that the flutes softly whistle in the background
Climax
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