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“Be gentle with me…” she said.  “I’ve never…”

She swallowed hard, as if to choke on her words.

“That is, you’re my first.”



“Gentle is the only way I know how to be.”  I whispered.



Lovingly,

I kissed and caressed her.



Her body shuddered in delight,

As I tasted the sweet nectar of her lips.



My fingers stroked,

Up and Down her back,

Rippling over each vertebrate like a piano key.



Cascading rhythms,

Tumultuous joy.

Staccato like breaths,

And notes held to infinity,

As ecstasy rifles into crescendo,

From flesh crashing into flesh.



I yearned for this new instrument,

That needed my mouth, my hands, my arms, my body,





         My Soul.



I did not consume it,

Without yielding to its own hunger.

Gently, my mouth and fingers massaged and kissed,

As I was well on my way to a new career,

To be the Master,

Of something completely…





         GRAND.







Originally wrote:  March  22, 2003