Dance with lights
Because her sounds are the power source
Take all the energy of thousands
And squish it into her frame
Her red mane bounces to the pounding ivories
Rain nor shine nor the flu nor the lack of nasal spray
Can cease her magic
It's magical
Just me and her
Her and I
It's as if she's performing just for me
Straddled across her mount a mere first down away
A flighty glance brings a girl to a blubbering mess
A pause to moisten her lips
Yeah it's yummy you obese bastard, just shhhhhh

The cornflake girl, so saucy even without milk
Swirling her raspberries with a dainty finger
Silvery apron covers her ready to rock halter-top
Ah, the waitress to her disciples
She sucks you in, wrapping you in this intense hot entrancement
And slowly brings you in closer with each rasping breathy moan
Sparks radiated from her every chord
Back to the baby grand for the classics
Worlds away from the norm
An experience like no other
Hell, I'd crucify myself
To experience this forever

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