Orchestra

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There’s no better feeling
Than that of when you’re with me
Holding my hand
And kissing my face

Stroking gently
Inside of me
The tempo increasing
From a soft stroke
To a fxxk

A fortissimo in events
Hand on neck, hands tied up
Our thrusts without rhythm
My voice growing to crescendo

Sheets wet, legs entwined
And I asleep on your chest
Our orchestra dissolving diminuendo