These hands have made me reach my peek. So blissful and hot. My insides burn in raging tides of nothing that is predictable. See with deaf ears. Hear with no sight. Darkness is where I dwell. Alone and awake. Smitten by notes. My chest starts to swell. Anticipation. None is wanted or needed. Burst of pain. Burst of pleasure. Tingle up my thighs. Stop but for a second, then run along my spine. A moment that seems like an eternity grabs my chest. Knocked back to oblivion. Tormented kisses down my belly until all is painfully calm. These hands. These notes. They touch my soul. Stimulated beyond imagination. I erupt inside.
Erik Satie - Gnossiennes No 1 The Note's that Touch my Soul
