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Making Soft Music

His heat rested firm against my cheek.
I wondered if he felt my breath.

My hand drifted across his scrotum to
smooth skin below where my piano fingers
played part of a childhood song.

I softly sang, “falling down, falling down,”
as the tips of my fingers tapped lightly.
I wondered if he knew the melody.
Written by Nizana (Lauryn)
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Author's Note
More lines inspired by time with my new love.
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