Oh my god I just had to share this poem I found *___* its not written for Cadley but it so could have been.
She's all soft skin and sure hands, high notes and pounding beats. Her lips are dancing over your skin and her fingers are dancing inside you, and she's hitting all the right keys, stroking all the sensitive spots, and the rougher patches, and she's making you sing.
Your body is her instrument, and she knows just how to play you, just the right way to draw the purest notes from your throat. Your pleasure is music to her ears, and she knows her composition off by heart. You aren't too used...
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