Standing Ovation

 

A song plays in my heart,
Absent to the ears around me.

The melody binds my anxieties
And strips away all reason.

Slick bed sheets and dimmed lights,
my eyes roll back and my toes curl
As you trace my curves with your lips.

Hands tangled in my hair,
I look up as we embrace
And I find the song in my heart trembling.

I gasp on the last note,
The climax spins my head.

Slick and wet,
I arch my back as you grip me tighter.

When I turn my neck,
My body erupts in applause.

We dance in my bed,
You bit my lips and tell me I’m all you have.

You laugh-

I cry-

We come together until the next standing ovation.

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