I Play His Body Like an Instrument

[a-girl-and-her-boy]

He makes the most beautiful sounds when I touch him.

Sometimes, he’s so quiet I can barely hear it. Just a soft sigh as my hand moves along his side. A pronounced inhale when I circle his sensitive nipples. Maybe even the sound of silence as I touch his hip bones and he holds his breath.

Other times, he’s more vocal. I can bring him to a crescendo with a well-timed stroke. His moans blend into a harmony as his eyes close and he rests heavy against me. He murmurs when I move up his back and run my fingers into his hair.

I trace his body up and down, exploring every beautiful curve with my fingertips. I make him sing for me.