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In smoke-filled rooms you blow your horn,
The golden instrument responds,
I love your focus, depth and form,
I hope brunettes like me not blondes
May feature, when the music's over
And you relax, liquor in hand,
And if my fingers rove to show Sir
Will you have me as you planned?

I could sink beneath the table,
Suck your darkness as you sigh;
Musicality so stable
Like my kneeling for my guy,
In smoke filled rooms when tensions storm;
I love your taste and love your horn.

Méli.
 
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