Harmony in Whispers: An Ode to Sensual Symphony

Your body is like a song as it moves slowly; you start with a kiss. You work your way down and take him deep in your mouth. You sing a song of passion with your deep soft strokes slightly moving faster. He moans of pleasure to your beat. You take a breath, wanting more, and I ask where did your mind go? Is your taste for him sweet like the melody you play?

You take your time and play until your yearning becomes a drumbeat between your legs. Did the pleasure turn into pain as you wait for his surrender? We move our way to the stage where your song becomes a chorus of screams. As he moves through your body, the music he played, music both of you created, and I danced to your song as the music rhythms went faster this time. Making both of you explode in ecstasy again and again.

Where did you go while others watched from afar? Did you notice the awes on their faces?

Eventually, the only act was yours while the world watched, and we all played in a crowd with different vocals. How did it feel for you? Did the music that he played affect you? Did you dance to the vocals of others? Did you feel their gaze on you while you played the song? Were you as lost in the song like everyone else, while they watched and enjoyed how he played his music with your body? Or did you just let the song continue, and your mind wanders off?

“In the crescendo of our shared breaths, the world fades to a hush, A symphony of whispers, where every touch is a brush. The canvas of our skin, painted with desire’s hue, In the gallery of the night, our passion is the view."

By:notesformysoulmate