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HER INSTRUMENT OF LOVE

Poetry By: koolc
Non-fiction


Tags: Her, Instrument, Of, Love


HER INSTRUMENT OF LOVE


Submitted:Aug 24, 2010    Reads: 44    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


BananaSHE SAID IM HER INSTRUMENT OF LOVE,BlinkingHeart2

SHE SAID I AM HER INSTRUMENT OF LOVE,AND OH HOW SHE ENJOY, PLAYING WITH ME ALL NITE LONG, FIRST SHE PLAYED ON MY FLUTE,AND THATS THE TRUTH,

RIGHT BEHIND THE BOOTH, THEN ON MY ACOUSTIC,SLIDING,UP AND DOWN OH i like that SOUND,IN HARMONY,INTENSLY AS SHE LICK,MY ORGAN ROUND&ROUND,OH SWEET SENSATION,FAST AND

SLOW,LIKE MASTERBATION,THEN ON MY long EXTENDED TROMBONE,OH DAM THERE GOES MY CELL PHONE, BUT I CANT TALK RIGHTNOW,SHE IS PLAYING WITH MY BIG HARDWOOD XYLOPHONE DEEP IN HER

MOUTH,IN SOPRANO, FLAWLESS,SHE'S GOT TO BE THE BEST,MOVING HER WAIST AND CHEST,AS SHE TOOK A DEEP BREATH, HIGH FREQUENCY, A MELODY LIKE NEVER BEFORE, EXCLUSIVELY,OH SWEET JUBILEE

SHE SAID IM HER INSTRUMENT OF LOVE,

SHE LIKES TO PLAY ME ALL NIGHT LONG,SUDUCTIVELY PLAYING ON MY DRUM RAPA,PAM PM, THEN REPEATEDLY ON MY FENDER BASS GUITAR, I SWEAR I SURRENDER,THEN I BEND HER OVER AND BONE HER,AEROPHONE

HER, AS SHE STRUM, AND CUM AGAIN AND AGAIN, SHE SAID IM HER INSTRUMENT OF LOVE, SHE CAME BACK FOR MORE,I TOOK HER ON A LOVE TOUR,STRUCKIN HER ON EVERY FLOOR, SO SHE GRAB MY CARDLESS,MIKE

OH THIS FEELS JUST RITE, SATISFACTION,GUARANTEE SHE CLAIM, I CAN MAKE A BLIND MAN SEE,AND A CRIPPLE MAN WALK, THE WAY SHE WHISPER AND TALK,SEX WITHPRESSION AND TEMPTATION,SHE IS A PHYSICAL

PHENOMENA,IF MUSIC IS THE FOOD OF LOVE PLAY ON BABY, A SOLO ACT SHE ROCK,IN HIGH ACTAVE,BUT I LIKE THE WAY SHE BLOW, YET ANOTHER TUNE ON MY SAXOPHONE, SENDING A TINGLING FEELING IN MY BONES,

SHE SAID IM HER INSTRUMENT OF LOVE,

I MUST COMPLEMENT HER,for PLAYING ON MY LONG NECK BANJO, my boo, FROM THE BACK, REAL SLOW,I LIKE IT WHEN SHE BEND DOWN LOW,AND LIMBO.YES IM HER INSTRUMENT, HARP A HARMONICA,LET HER BLOW,

SO I KISS HER from HEAD 2 TOE, OH I SWEAR I'LL NEVER LET HER GO,AS SHE REACH FOR MY BUGLE PIPE,AND THEN ON MY BASSOON,OH SHE SWALLOW,BUT SHE CAME SO SOON PLAYING ALL MY INSTRUMENTS OF

LOVE SPILLING HER LOVE JUICE,I THINK IM GONNA NEED A MASSEUSE, THE WAY THAT SHE PLAYED ME, IM HER PERSONAL,MUSICAL,EXPEREMENTAL, INSTRUMENT,ORCHESTA,PLAY ON BABY PLAY ON.CUZ IM IN LOVE.





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