Delicate.

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.

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