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Tortured (by a revealing song)
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I feel this torture, attuned.
Taut echoes, pluck strings
and vibrations play, send waves
my way. Tortured, captured,
recorded and minted, visceral-strong.
Why must I feel this way?
Her tousled hair-flames depress,
stain on a keyboard with such pain —
muffle an underground train
tunneling through a soul rumbling,
holds a heart ceding to every refrain.
Attuned, I feel your torture, Miss
Pouty Lips. Red like that never
should be denied a passionate kiss.
I yield to you, know, just know...
taut echoes, torture rattled, gut chains.
To every lyric lilt, waver and pause,
my heart yields to the tender heart,
like mine! Attuned to a last refrain,
your vibratos send waves my way,
capture soul's release I’ll not deny.
Bound by this, remiss red lips unsavored.
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