Title: Harmonica
By: Bruce Hackmann
I'll place my supple lips on you
It's what you came here for
My unquenchable desires
Now play to my yearnings
Sing that lustrous tune that I crave
My hands will hold you and fondle you like a fiddle
Firmly holding your waist, gently moving to your hips
Gliding to your thighs, while I’m looking deep into eyes
I exhale knowing your enthralled with the movement
With eagerness I’ll blow on you till your thrilled tonight
Playing your unquenchable desires
Like running my fingers through your hair
Your rapture fulfills my ecstasy
We are playing in tune
As the harmonica plays to our desires
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