- Human Symphony
The tune begins;
I twirl the downy tendrils at the nape of your elegant neck
and feel the burn of my cheek against yours.
I breathe you in, inhaling your essence as a newborn gasps it’s first breath.
I drink in your cottony scent, tinged with a subtle sweetness, making it my own.
My heart breaks with each exhalation, so reticent am I to release you.
Your fingers dance over my shivering skin
Creating melodies, harmonies, dissonance.
It echos in the sound of my own sighs.
Gently you caress my flesh; scorching it, chilling it…
arousing areas in me I was previously oblivious to.
With hands of an artist, you compose in me an aria of delight.
Octaves of pleasure rise within me in a fulmination of prurience;
Staccato breaths transport me from the gently lit room to an aurora of euphoria
I feel primordial, sanctified, luminous…a goddess in your grasp.
La petite mort; I am consumed.
Your heart beats into my back, sealed together, as if it’s an auxiliary to my own.
Your breath on my neck, I lean into you and let myself become awash with our music.
Lost in our rhythm, I slowly return from rapture and settle into repletion.
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