Originally posted on ALIEN AURA'S BlOG: IT'LL BLOW YOUR MIND!:
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You sing to me, oh sweet siren of music, your voice a susurration of stars in the watery depths of my soul’s ocean.
I ride upon the sinuous back of your rhythms, leaping and laughing, breaking the thin fronds of the surface and saluting the low belly of the labouring Moon with joyous exultation.
With tender mist-pale hands, you massage magical notes into my sore skin, an oily and fragrant soothing. Both sensual and mystical, it arouses and releases soft cauls of tears, held, for so long, in the amniotic sac of pre-birth.
The coils and curls of light radiating down your crystal-beaded spine generate electrical storms of mood and emotion, moving all but the hardest of hearts.
Spirits sway, whirling dervishes of high vibrating passion, as your deft fingers flex and flicker over flawless pearlescent shelves of As and Bs, nascent notelets nestling in…
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