Intervallic Combination

Two souls, distinct in tone, worlds apart yet mysteriously aligned.
He is the deep, resonant note-bold, magnetic, untamed.
She is the lighter, luminous note-graceful, intelligent, quietly powerful.
Alone, they each sing their own melody; together, their differences create harmony, tension transforms into rhythm, and every touch, glance, and words forms a symphony of love and longing.

Their intervals - the distance between them, the contrasts in their lives - are not gaps to be feared, but the spaces where magic happens.
In their union, every distance becomes a perfect chord, and every difference, a song waiting to be heard.

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"Please don't touch me there, you will loathe my body", I said after we kissed, which felt like heaven in that moment.
He held my waist, like he owned my body and said, "Darling let me fuck that thought out of your body until you remember only me and how good your body feels against mine".

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