She was the instrument
A cello gripped by her thighs
And warmed by her loins
Sang as no other
And Elgar was there
Du Pre Plays Elgar She warmed the Davidov between her thighs, like a lover; fingers yielding in sensuous vibrato, blond head tossing, face like an Angel. Never did Elgar sound like this... I guess those who live together share the same creative spirit. Love you and this. Allie xxxx
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Allie, even in crumbling ruin he has to agree with you - that girl sure could pluck a banjo...