Her sacred melody

ribs

He could play any six string guitar to the tingling of senses.

But strumming her six ribs was his masterpiece he reserved only for her


Some things have to remain sacred.

Love is being able to compose a masterpiece but leaving it only for the pleasure of one soul, despite knowing you could have any soul in the world by playing the haunting entrapment of its melody.

-W.E.

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