On her thigh, I have written with my lips for her, a thousand songs. My mouth designing a whole universe under her skirt. A mixture of confusion and convulsion as I caught a glimpse of her heart.
Her hands like rising tides through the waves of my hair, the wonderful agony of melody as her voice fills the air.
Her legs like anchors to weigh against my haste, nonetheless my hand reaches up to pull her back down to be with me in a shared moment of total serendipity.
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