The voice she listens to as he writes
The light that shines her darkest night
One verse, a few words of his pen
Sets her fire ablaze, without shame
She lifts her dress, fingers roam, slide within
Reading his thoughts, his desire for her
She trembles, whimpers, letting go
Back arched, legs open, fingers busy
The flow of hot lust between her thighs
A swollen bud teased ,wet ,throbbing
In a frenzy to feed his hunger as she reads
A harmony of notes she creates
While fingers plunge deeper into warmth
Colors she sees, body tenses, eyes half closed
Shudders that ache as she tries her best
To read the words that begin to dance
Vision blurred, in a daze, a gasp
Biting her lips, moaning with need
His words for her are unique
They are just for her to see
Enjoying this moment, every word
A gift for her, the one he holds always close
Lava explodes as she screams
A trio of naughty fingers play
As she reaches the final act of his wicked tale
Smiling, spent and very pleased
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