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Melody
I can still feel the beating of her heart
The way her whole body fell helplessly into mine
How her gentle skin brushed against every inch of my being
And the rhythm of her soul resting peacefully in my arms
As I softly stroke each curve which lay her foundation
I can feel her body awakening beneath my fingertips
Her blood flowing in perfect harmony with my strokes
You could hear the beauty behind our silence
It began to fill the room
Our passion
Our love
Flowing deeply
Endlessly
In and out of every corner
Every shelf
Every piece of that damn room
Her body told me what her words could not
Our flesh melting into one as I lose myself inside her
I can still taste her on my lips
Smell her on my skin
Needing me
Wanting me
Our hearts beating the most beautiful melody
Have you ever made love like that
I wouldn't even call that making love
I call it making sense
Making music
Making art
The way her whole body fell helplessly into mine
How her gentle skin brushed against every inch of my being
And the rhythm of her soul resting peacefully in my arms
As I softly stroke each curve which lay her foundation
I can feel her body awakening beneath my fingertips
Her blood flowing in perfect harmony with my strokes
You could hear the beauty behind our silence
It began to fill the room
Our passion
Our love
Flowing deeply
Endlessly
In and out of every corner
Every shelf
Every piece of that damn room
Her body told me what her words could not
Our flesh melting into one as I lose myself inside her
I can still taste her on my lips
Smell her on my skin
Needing me
Wanting me
Our hearts beating the most beautiful melody
Have you ever made love like that
I wouldn't even call that making love
I call it making sense
Making music
Making art
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