his eyes feel the cold beneath her shirt and he works - orally stripping tangled strings with voiced inflections directed intentions he removes her things she resplendent - eyes defending but none-the-less warming responding - to the timing of his undressing she leaves her things hanging - on his sweet sounds he announces - I touch you she laughs Yes – I felt you... eyes smiling - his hands brush the strings his fingers tap upon her heart – there? No – she plays... Lower