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An Ingres Back
She has an Ingres back
She is a violin
And when she’s in his arms
She sweetly plays for him
She doesn’t know the words
He doesn’t know the tune
There’s a duet of sorts
In that sweet dark bedroom
His fingerwork is good
Her mouth is soft and warm
While she is in his arms
They will not come to harm
Her voice is like a lute
And y...
Tuesday 20th December 2011 8:16 am
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