The erupting waves of passion, from her lips, Filling the room, intoxicating all around, Her whimpers, her moans, a music to his ears, Playing her, strumming her, with his notes. Notes not from some sheets, inked down, But flow of emotions, ever changing desires, Inking new ones, with every Crescendo, With Rhapsody of touches, falling all in place. The Staccato of his touches,
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