Strumming Tingling

Strong strings – I can pull towards me.
 
If you were the string – I’ll have you wrapped around my finger.
 
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With my might

I would seek to pull you a little close, but don’t worry, I’d caress you softly!

If anything I must compare you to a fine and curvy guitar.

I, the master guitar player.

My strums would be gentle but aggressive at the same time!

My progressions are gentle at first but this is until a gust of rhythm enters into my veins.

My French cuff shirt is designed to layer our fastened direction of rebellion.

Out of this world. I got to talk to you again.

Hear your melody again and bidding the time with motion!

The tune is singing within me and you’re the sound eye seek.

I woke up with your right hand in my hair while my fingers rested on your river brook thighs.

A sound so beautiful that my fingers, beg to strum the tingling of your twitches.

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