Tuned by Deborah Bacharach
He dusts my nipples as though they are piano keys.
Tuned
He dusts my nipples as though they are piano keys. As though he has never heard Rachmaninoff’s Prelude Opus 23, No. 5 in G minor. Hard notes. Marcato. Poco meno mosso. Harder.
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Love it! Fun wordplay, sexy energy. It reminds me a bit of this poem I recently posted here, also likening a woman’s body to a musical instrument. You may enjoy checking this one out:
https://open.substack.com/pub/sagepoetess/p/you-are-a-stradivarius?r=qxjd3&utm_medium=ios
Standing at attention! go on....