I remember the way you looked.
How, in a severely crowded space, I saw no one else.
Laying before me.
Completely vulnerable.
My eyes stroking your naked skin.
My fingers following.
The blindfold.
Not keeping you from me, connecting you to me.
Allowing your senses to feel me without confusion.
I remember the music.
The beat that seems to fill my senses every time I hear it.
I breathe deeply.
As if those breaths draw you closer to me.
My senses heightened.
I smell everything.
The metal, the leather, you.
An intoxication unlike any other.
The bag is open, instruments waiting.
You are open, willing.
It matters not where we go.
We are already there.
~MM
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