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another cascade of notes

broken music

broken sounds from broken altar

her laughter fades to moans

head thrown back

throat exposed

pale column of moonlight

would kiss if could

would mark if worthy

her body like instrument beneath my hands

playing her

worshipping her

drawing music from her lips

from her soul

she wraps legs tighter

pulls me closer

deeper

further

"Don't stop," she begs

would never

could never

will never

grip black wood harder

feel it crack under metal claws

splinters under human hand

too much strength

but she does not fear

does not flinch

only watches

with violet eyes half-lidded

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