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Our romance depended solely on

those moments of dissonance,

where tension would build up

and was desperate for release.



Bodies spread across blankets

like sheet music awaiting notes.

A harmony of sighs escaping

underneath staccato breathing.



Our music was always in tune;

you knew all the right chords.

A chorus of melodious moans

anticipating the final crescendo.



Then we lied in consonance,

a sense of sheer satisfaction,

knowing it wouldn’t be much

longer until our next duet.

Rewrite 2012

Our romance depended solely on
those moments of dissonance,
where tension would build up
becoming desperate for release.

Bodies spread across blankets
like sheet music awaiting notes,
a harmony of sighs escaping
underneath staccato breathing.

Our music was always in tune;
you knew all the right chords,
a chorus of melodious moans
anticipating the final crescendo.

Then we lied in consonance,
faces lined with satisfaction,
knowing it wouldn’t be much
longer until our next duet.