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Folded white strips of silk-soft at the wrists beneath twists and turns of rope and black laquer and the slip-slide of fingers on the keys. Ebony and ivory so cool to the touch, bare feet across the woodwork floor. A caress of notes against the skin, a vibration and turn and a line down the spine. Black dress over hips and empty slacks on the floor. Three pedals of bronze and rope and white and calves and thighs for fingertips, shoulder-blades and soft curtain white; linen in the breeze. Settle those candles along the curve, a spread of petals and butterflies there for the lips and jaw and neck and follow me down. Three an