Strumming His Chord Strings

Leaning forward, my flesh upon his flesh
Velvet skin wrapping pressures against his back, arms linked under his torso
Hands caressing his chest, my legs limp alongside his
Blanketed enclosure, our bodies moist with natural warmth
Head resting against his back, feeling his breaths between the words
His words radiating sadness, following his strumming chord strings
Crisp noise sounded the air from sheet music pages turned
Bodies became one, embracing the moment, connecting together for one last time