Body to body, chest pressed and breath held,
sharp focus, soft touches, caressed as souls meld.
One end to another, bound by deft fingers.
The tension of melodies steadily lingers.
A brief inhale yields perfume sonorous;
The hours gone by just serve to honor us.
Three silver, three clear, each in its place
as hunger and longing bear forth a new pace.
Thumb gently plucks, inducing a moan
as more and more passion produces a tone.
Ready for melody, tranquil of spirit,
joy of the player, who’s prone to revere it.