For I play
For I play My fingertips explore largo to andante while I listen to your gentle voice. I gaze upon your curves, as my feet find grace between your legs. Glossy lacquer reflects each fleck of light that falls onto your glaze. My hands find the rhythm of love as your tonality broadens to crescendo. It hangs, then decays in the air. Looking down at your wide smile with those black teeth and white, my touch finds the end of the bar. The music all saved, every note to be played, when my eyes peel each one from the stave. .
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