My body is an instrument

I play her like a harp

I find her strings and harmonies

And let them ring out.

The groove in her runs deep

The beat – a part of her being

I find the music in her

And let it keep singing.

I turn the volume up on her voluptuous soul

I listen to the melodies she lovingly puts forth

I play her, to find her whole

I play her, to let her go

I play her, to free her soul

My body is an instrument

Her music is soul.

Poetry by Rachel
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Original photography by Addison
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