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There is that moment
That place in time
When your hand finds it's hold
When strings aren't strings
But notes in the air
When pulsing strands of ether
Fill your mind and soul
Thought, rational, logic
Have no place in this realm
No bars
No tempos
No music
No notes
Just the flow
From you to her
A dance
With her in the lead
No longer playing
One with sound
One with harmony
Fingers no longer strum
They caress
No longer hammer
But embrace
Making love
She responds
An orgasm is born
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The only thing I would get rid of is "gently" in line 24. It is redundant. We know they "caress" and they do not "hammer" so the embrace is obviously gentle.
Other than that...
You weave three palettes (music, the ether, and the body) of images into a ending that is not cliche. Your words are controlled and well placed. The rhythm reacts to what the words are saying. Well done.
