Photo: Stephen and Anna

Caress me, not like you always do
> Play me like I am a Violin
> Draw your hand across the satin ties of my chemise
> Like they are strings play them till they open to you
> Run your fingers over my skin in passion's song
> Strolling your fingers now ore my face
> You take them for a walk down the trail of my throat
> Oh you make me weak, my eyes close seeing secret needs
> Like a fine instrument now you are playing me
> As your hands move into those hidden places
> Where only you can strike the sacred chords
> Causing a sigh to escape my lips, a hymn of ecstasy
> Like a fine musician you take me deeper into your concerto
> Oh play me my love, I yield myself up to your conduction
> Then I feel them, your lips so warm and sweetly full of seduction
> A kiss begins a crescendo bringing me to the reality of your desire
> I feel the warmth of you cover me as a symphony covers an orchestra's power
> Arching I give back to you my own kiss, a sonata of marzipan sweet
> You move, I move, we are one concerto now, passions bellow
> Like trumpets would, drums surround and we are completed
> Such is the morning music you gift to me,
> A song that encompasses love completely.
>
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