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Exhale. Relax..let this beautiful woman we’ve allowed into our delicate friendship to permeate your being..at least for tonight..Quiet, deliberate, sweet Molly will stroke your ego just as your fingers caressed mine..She will open your ears and speak for you from a place well beyond the infinite universe of your mind..close your eyes and see me with your witty vernacular..don’t be embarrassed about rambling, I will when it’s my turn..in the meantime, I’ll light another cig..I’m sweating, I’m cheesing, yes I’d like some gum..I’m fucking thrilled to be sitting on this couch with you..to have your attention, to be lost in your flood, but I’ll be cool..Please Sun, don’t come up yet..
A couple hours in, this realm of dreams is our reality.. every leaf of the bodhi tree has fallen off..thousands of words later..rhythm and blues is breaking our comfortable silence with emotions and thoughts that i couldn’t express any more precisely, filling the room faster than I can comprehend..im thirsty for you, quench me..

Blood is pulsating through my veins like the bass swims, dancing effortlessly out of my speakers into my chest, filling my heart with sound and life. Eyes closed, soul lifted, I am music..I am a cocktail of melody, passion, rhythm, blues and love..fingers tap, head nods..my hips that sway generously become glazed with a thin sheen of sweat..hairs on the back of my neck erect as my shoulders roll and my spine curves..music is me; abstract, creative, open for interpretation and debate..we are a union..a safe, impenetrable relationship in which we are understood without conversation..just interaction, consummation of our love..