The Sex Context: Flame That Tune
Stock photo flash fiction
By God, his voice is like nails on a chalkboard! I thought he said he was the lead in the church choir, not the led. This is enough to make Baby Jesus weep and climb back into Mary’s womb.
What is this foul dissonance flowing through her fingertips? She said she studied Chopin, not Chopsticks.
Maybe if I otherwise occupy his lips, we can end this blasphemy!
Maybe if I otherwise occupy her hands, we can end this cacophony!
And with that, music once again brings two lovers together.
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