Laid across your lap, lovingly cradled in your arms like an instrument waiting….
Waiting to be touched.
Waiting to feel your fingers gliding over me.
Waiting to be played with.
Waiting to be used
I am an instrument of lust, silent, waiting…… touch me?
“If music be the food of love, play on.” ~ William Shakespeare
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