The Grand Entrance
Stroke against her like’s a piece of art. She’s a masterpiece. Very tender, fragile, gentle strokes, stay in between the lines, don’t rush, perfect the image.
Orchestrate a masterpiece with the fingertips. Hear the notes of her chord, pitch rising. Change keys. Tone down the tempo, allow the melody to flow smoothly.
Pounding. The sound echoing through the sacred chamber. Slowly fading, the vacant ambience gradually fading.
Judge, jury and I’m the executioner. Your body’s the perfect crime and I’m ready to serve my life sentence.