your hands move on the instrument
and I lean forward
unable to look away
or relax with the others.
my hand moves to my lower lips
and I gather the drops there
unable to stop myself
or maintain my composure.
your mouth applies pressure to the reed
and I watch every subtle nuance
unable to divert my thoughts
from your tongue caressing.
my mouth sheaths my fingertips
and I want your heart to taste me
unable to resist my dangerous lure
or remain indifferent.
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