I can remember the heated breath upon my ear as my beauty is reassured upon me and my body in rapture.
The carpet rubs slowly into the gentle skin on my ass, then more fervently.
I tremble as the tease of his voice reverberates in the shadows… dancing with the music.
As Doves Cry… I quake. My sexual eruption birthing music into every pore of my body.
Do you ever close your eyes to hear some melodious thump against your soul?
Do you find yourself giving the stereo knob a quick roll before settling between the sheets?
I know more times than I should admit, I imagined the “sweet juice of kiwi” rolling down my chin as I reach orgasmic relief. Who’s juice? It’s up to the music to tell me that one…..
Tell me. What do you hear as the heat is ignited? What do you hear as you take your lover takes you to the throws of orgasmic insanity?
Or, what do you WANT to hear? Do you become the musical instrument?
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