Mastepiece
We've played this piece before,
The pulsing of the beat, the rhythm of the melody.
Hands over keys, voice over body
Indulge ourselves in each other's unique sound.
You mouth opens wide, singing with intensity
My lips press tight, playing with passion.
One last breath to hold, seeming an eternity
An explosion of satisfaction, we create our harmony.
Gone in a rush of exhaustion, our lungs collapse
A whisper of our song echoes in the air.
We have finished our masterpiece.
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