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Apr 29, 2010
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The Music Man
My beautiful ballerina
Let your clothes slide off of you
And leave them lying on the floor
You won’t need them anymore
Sit across my lap
Facing me
Rest your beautiful breast upon my lips
While I take a deep breath
And pull you into me
Let your hands dance in my hair
As I squeeze you tightly
Wrapping my arms around you
Letting my fingers tickle your spine
Like a great musician
Playing a cello
Let our passion
Bring us to a boil
And melt our souls into one
As our bodies ache with delight
From the music we are making
— hobo, Apr 29, 2010
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Critiques
Kailashana
16 years 1 month ago
Hi.Mmmmmm. My favourite
hobo
16 years 1 month ago
Mmmmmmmm My favourite
Kailashana
16 years 1 month ago
The position is called
Seren
16 years 1 month ago
Dear Hobo
hobo
16 years 1 month ago
Thanks JayCee
hobo
16 years 1 month ago
hot as hell
anonymous1
16 years 1 month ago
On Caps and the Ending
ngaioBeck
16 years 1 month ago
Music Man