..........she quoted my lyrics back 2 me... Word for word, she had my lyrics written all over skin...it was the most novel of any lingerie....
....before She allowed me to touch her, she made me read her, she made me sing 2 her..at that moment, she became my bible, my favorite book....
.....I studied her from tip to tail, every word rolled off of my tongue with great anticipation of the next.. I pretended 2 be blind, reading those words with my fingers..cover to cover....
......she became the easel, the canvas, the muse, the inspiration, the divine, the erotic, the pain, the joy, the tears, the love... The reason..
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