common gnarl

The wide-eyed kisses of half naked groupies swarming back stage with cum-stained lips smiling in pleading promises, let me share your fame or at least the fame to come in exchange for a chance the play the nubile already fading flesh, a guitar in hand, left hand clutching an all too common gnarl, fingers limber yet growing stiff with age, the gentle strum, thick pick gliding across the tightly strung metal wire, five fingers picking progressions, Arpeggios from E to E while the head bobs hard.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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