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The Virtuoso

He played her like

A finely tuned

Stradavarius,

Brought her to

Soaring ecstasy with

Voice and touch

Making sparks dance

Along nerve endings

Drew on her tongue

Until her mouth wept.

Stroking lower to savor slick,

Succulent,scented pink flesh

Until she cried out,

Every nerve singing for his possession,

Every cell desperate to join with him.

Attuned to each breath,

Sigh and moan,

He knew when to move,

How slow or fast,

How deep or shallow,

How hard,

When to be tender,

When to be rough.

Knew the balance of

Ferocity and pleasure,

Savagery and gentleness.

Exquisite thrust and draw

Of primal, carnal rumba

Cadence building to

Reverberating crescendo,

A finale rippling with waves of rapture