There you are

Here I am. We look at each other not quite knowing what to do.

I am barely breathing, your eyes crawl over me and I feel my skin tighten

the melody starts in my head, I smell you, pungent roses from my mother’s garden.

My fingers twitch and my fists curl gently

We touch, I touch, you respond

I am your lady

Paganini, Rhapsody is what they call it

Embrace me lest our love escapes to run all over the floor and climb the walls.

There, there it goes, out the windows and along the sides of the house. the house is throttling.

Your passion bears down on my stomach muscles.

Bassoons and cymbals. my skin glows

Nothing is sweeter than your movements, your crisp clear and sometimes throaty sounds.

I love you.

Weak lines, I know, but who can praise you? I am no angel or goddess.

Just your lady.

My fingers run amok over your fullness,

Delicato, affettuoso, allegro, abbandono, presto,

then the pain and sweetness of our glorious climax,

dolore, no other love, no other love, I explode.

My heart is in your body

Your black body, my brown fingers, in excitement we arrive at heaven’s door,

dumb, numb and bliss-wrapped in colors.

I love you more.

 

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