We’ll always find our rhythm in the special duet of love and laughter.

I love making him laugh.  Resonating from deep within the chambers of his body, the sound is rich, coating his throat with thick, syrupy euphoria.

The many layers of his laughter are powerful;  passion and pleasure incarnate. His elated laughter my favorite song; I could play it repeatedly, memorizing every rise and fall of breath pulled into his lungs and then released, a joyful chorus playing in the wind.

Fire

I commit to my memory the look of his eyes flickering and flashing brightly; happiness lighting his soul on fire.

I want to be his fire. The one fanning the flames of his curiosity with my mind and igniting the white-hot blaze of intrigue with my heart, every beat a passionate duet with his heart’s song.

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