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The way your fingers glide across my skin
My internal vibrations match my fevered thinkin’
All that I ask and desire to know about your innermost thoughts regarding me
Can be shown to me quite simply, physically.
The guttural moans I decipher proficiently…
For I am at your inclination – as your strokes resound the most beautiful music to my ears
So much so this symphony of our love brings me to tears
Memorizing the crescendos and the way you command attention
During the pause – I wonder is it over or intermission?
Applause and bravissimo’s part my lips
An eternal fan of yours with tickets to your next show equipped.
