Soul Mate of Melodies

Warm tendrils, their elongated tips licking at the nerves on the surface of my skin.            
Sensually drifting across the back of my neck, whispering softly into my ear such beauty that it burrows visciously deep into my soul, as the whisper rises to a crushing crescendo, it rushes up, tearing through me, leaving me breathless.      
Droplets of sweat beading against my skin, breath laboured.
A momentary pause, silence so deafening, ears ringing, chest empty, darkness.
A realisation that I'm nothing without you, violated internally by a force of passion so palpable, god, I can taste it.
I crave you, I crave your touch, begging you to touch my soul with what pulses inside of you, looking at you, a maniacle miracle.
Finally that warm tingle I've grown to need, I've relied on for so long, unintentionally entwining you into every fibre of my being, to remove you would unravel me, but that's whats so beautifully tragic, you'd never betray me, my soul mate of melodies, music ...