An orchestra full of instruments that don't belong in an orchestra

Your voice is powerful but also kissable and also lush. Your exterior is lovely and I can’t always shape the perfect tune but you don’t worry.  I tumble for the vibrations you compose and the goose bumps I inherit when I pluck you just right. You play me like a harp and it sounds nectarous. We are an orchestra full of instruments that don’t belong in an orchestra but we’re not bothered because we formulate a unique sound with our desires and artistry. We waltz to the passion of our special song as it shifts from adagio to allegro. I purr and you roar and the only instruments in this symphony is ours. In the end we allow our song to dissolve into a fade of silence but that was the best piece I have ever heard and our melody is the finest.

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