We wrote our own music, performed our own song, creating a melody that worked in perfect harmony. We were together you and I. Lost in our own world at the melodic moments that we composed. The tune plays in my head when I think of those moments. The rhythm of your heart, the sound of your breath creating the beat to which we moved.
Bodies swaying rhythmically as your pleading words sang from your lips, a voice so smooth as you sang to me. And the sound of falling tears as beautiful as any song that could ever be written. The aria of being filled your mind with a sweet tranquility, as we stole the air from your lungs.
Graceful fingers playing you beautifully like an untuned piano, hollow sounds artistically changing to a melancholic chorus. Something so balletic in the way that I played you, touched you, loved you. An a cappella of unspoken words never to be spoken, and a tune no longer to be heard.
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