Dizzy Darling

Tarentella Amore

I see your fingers working their way up and down the fret board,
patiently delicate.
I hear your feet sweeping side to side on the parquet
rhythmically graceful.
I want your backside to buckle, then sway
violently demure.
I feel many arms grapple me, desire me.
Playfully obscure
Her hair tickling, her fangs piercing, her prism throbbing.

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