​Your eyes roll in your head, playing your instrument,  until the concert ends. Drops of sweat pour from your face, the moment slows, you sing pleasurable tones, moaning into the mic. My fingers stroking each string, producing music, which blend with your vocals; cord after cord means more and more, we connect as one band, the crowd explodes. We take a bow….our intimacy will link us for life, we have made history.  
~AzizBrown~

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