no. 1

If I could, I would write you a symphony. Not any symphony, no.

 

I would write you a piece so strong that its melody would electrocute the neurons in your brain igniting them with wildfire. So strong that the thick arterial blood that pumps through your heart would twinge and bubble with desire. It would burn through your capillaries infecting your tissues with the swirling sound that is not really a sound at all. It would be tangible it would be tasteable, the colors would bind your eyes closed holding the fixed spectrum before you. The reds, the whites would all have a feel. And you would know them. Its soft pastels would plant kisses along your jaw line, dancing lightly across the paleness of your skin. It would ring between your ears, a fire roaring, a ruthless fire, a sweet symphony of want, of lust, of need. The end all be all, the alpha the omega; It would be your torture. It would be your salvation. And it would singe away your layers, melting you down to a molten core, whittling your secrets out and laying them smoothly in an array, like trinkets to collect and cradle in my palm On your knees you would cry out against the music. The music that is mine, the sweeping violin of my voice and the drumming of my lion heart. The melody of my color dragging through, leaving traces and tracks along your bones. The sound that is mine, that is me, all its highs and lows the measure of my depth and the secrets that I keep. My unclad soul would ring through the sound, it would pump through that heart of yours and boil your veins, those layers pulled back and discarded elsewhere like piles of forgotten clothes. And in the nudity I would know you. I would know the color of your soul. Your hues bleeding against mine, the deep crimson and pure white staining each other, swirling together in an infinite dance. The undertones of drums and the low notes of the baritone melting down with an everlasting fire of piano notes and flutes. If I could, I would write you a symphony.

 

Not just any symphony, no. A collection of sounds to make you fall in love.

 

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