I fall in love with music...with a chord change that melts my guts, and before I know it I found him. So many songs shared, sing, dreamed. Listening to it over and over again, played it and played it and played it, and it made me dreamy, and I needed someone to dream about, and I found him, and...well, there was trouble.
Filling myself with his smell, with his touch, with the softness of his lips, his skin and the kisses...oh, the kisses. The sense of melting into each other in one chord, one song, one kiss. Falling with the lyrics he wrote all over me, with his glassy truthful look, shy and fierce... and then the music started again.
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