Play me

In the bedroom
He held me close,
My curved body
Cradled in his arms,
Fingers stroking
My slender neck,
Pressing one hand
Against my frets,
Strumming the other,
Making my body
Produce music,
Beautiful notes
Resonating within,
Rising in pitch
As fingers move
Faster and faster,
Playing an arpeggio,
Back arching,
Moving together
With gypsy rhythm,
Until our song
Reaches a climax,
Then laying his cheek
Against my face,
The notes fade
And there is silence.


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