Symphony of Two Bodies
By kyew
With breath held, I reach out. My hand to your flesh; my mind to your thoughts. My eyes meet yours and hold your gaze, transferring my emotions through the connection of our hearts. This bittersweet web that wraps my soul, pulling - wrenching, threatening to overwhelm my senses, dragging feeling through the pores of my skin. The low, deep beat - a cello within. The slow-lightning of the moment courses through my veins. Your breath fans a flame; a longing within sets a string to quiver. Questions are irrelevant. I know your needs. My hands make their own music, playing your body a fine instrument. My lips taste the humming; I breathe in the symphony of our bodies. You gasp in time, accompanying the song. The motion of the melody - a slow and luscious beat, sensuality in every note. The last one held so sweet and high. My body trembles in sympathy like crystal. Oh, if this could last forever... Mmmmmmmmmm, back to my favorite subject Written March 31st, 2002 © on Mar 31 2002 07:37 AM PST, R. T. Howard
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"With breath held, I reach out...."