This is a song played for you:
Slow notes rise and fall like our chests,
Our lungs filled with each other's air
And that oxygen alone ought to sustain us.
The melody moves like our errant fingers,
Our wayward fingertips, seeking flesh
Not yet caressed and craving it.
Rise, my love, like the building tones,
And call me into you, pull me through
Like the beats that echo off our hearts
And reverberate the breaths we steal
Between kisses.

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