Instrumental Love Making

             Her pulse began racing.

T  h  r  o  b  b  i  n  g,  P  u  l  s  a  t  i  n  g,
                                                                  Outward from the very fiber of her being.

It beat up an orchestra, a rhythm.
                                                       Like a song stuck on repeat inside her head.  

An obnoxious song,
                                 One she could hear ringing in her ears.

Her very body a betrayal to her mind.

                                                               With the gentlest of touches,
                                                 Or sweetest of caresses,
                            She was played beautifully--

Like a finely tuned instrument played by one who was very well versed.