by DeadlyNyghtshayde
It reminds me of how I used to be when seducing my ex, Laura. Her body was like a fine tuned string instrument, too, and boy did I love to run my fingers over that flawless, dark skin over every part of her body.
Like a really good, sensitive string instrument, I learned that slow, smooth gentle strokes were just as effective as rushed touches. This poem just brings back all those memories back in a rush. Sweet.