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The Music Within Their Storm
It was all about the
music, the thumming pulse of music.
It flowed. It fuelled. It filled.
The sweet harmony of thunder clasps and rain drops echo against window panes: their bodies danced to a united beat of solidarity. Tightly embraced, the recurrent verse of his heart sang parallel to the back of his sweet affinity. In a concerto of lyrics flowing like free verse poetry ; their sex in synchronicity. His rigidity deep within her warm velvets haven; heavenly was their duet pulsing and gliding to their favorite tune. Nestled beneath his encircling hand and fingers; the refrains of her tender loving vessel chimed an endearing melody. In dreamlike sigh's and soul baring cries; their sweet loves serenade.
For only so long could they move in the accord of docile strides; he then positioned astride. In the aura of bright lightnings flash and flicker upon the wall; contending shilloetes danced. In a beautiful war of volitale strokes, demanding were their limbs in battle. Succumbing to the very last stanza's of tranquilities sweet bliss; their dance coming to an end in a merciless and raucous discord. Heavily audible, their ecstacies of pleasure glorified in unrestrained confessions; tenderly would their duo chime it's last beat.
It was all about the music, the thumming pulse of music. They made love like music and fucked like storms.
It flowed. It fuelled. It filled with a commotion louder than any damn storm. Only would their music be put on repeat and their dance to resume; they were a storm within itself.
music, the thumming pulse of music.
It flowed. It fuelled. It filled.
The sweet harmony of thunder clasps and rain drops echo against window panes: their bodies danced to a united beat of solidarity. Tightly embraced, the recurrent verse of his heart sang parallel to the back of his sweet affinity. In a concerto of lyrics flowing like free verse poetry ; their sex in synchronicity. His rigidity deep within her warm velvets haven; heavenly was their duet pulsing and gliding to their favorite tune. Nestled beneath his encircling hand and fingers; the refrains of her tender loving vessel chimed an endearing melody. In dreamlike sigh's and soul baring cries; their sweet loves serenade.
For only so long could they move in the accord of docile strides; he then positioned astride. In the aura of bright lightnings flash and flicker upon the wall; contending shilloetes danced. In a beautiful war of volitale strokes, demanding were their limbs in battle. Succumbing to the very last stanza's of tranquilities sweet bliss; their dance coming to an end in a merciless and raucous discord. Heavily audible, their ecstacies of pleasure glorified in unrestrained confessions; tenderly would their duo chime it's last beat.
It was all about the music, the thumming pulse of music. They made love like music and fucked like storms.
It flowed. It fuelled. It filled with a commotion louder than any damn storm. Only would their music be put on repeat and their dance to resume; they were a storm within itself.
Published 14th Jan 2019
| Edited 9th Mar 2019
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14th Jan 2019 11:33pm
14th Jan 2019 11:50pm
15th Jan 2019 00:15am
You have lead me to a beautiful place once again. It is always about the music.
15th Jan 2019 3:11am
Anonymous
15th Jan 2019 1:06am
Incredible ink
15th Jan 2019 3:12am
15th Jan 2019 1:07am
15th Jan 2019 3:12am
15th Jan 2019 7:47am
Music and passion blend. Shakespeare wrote 'If music be the food of love, play on"
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His rigidity deep within her warm velvets haven; heavenly was their duet pulsing and gliding to their favorite tune. Nestled beneath his encircling hand and fingers; the refrains of her tender loving vessel chimed an endearing melody.
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His rigidity deep within her warm velvets haven; heavenly was their duet pulsing and gliding to their favorite tune. Nestled beneath his encircling hand and fingers; the refrains of her tender loving vessel chimed an endearing melody.
