Maestro 

His presence is powerful and intimidating. The symphony of his synergy: alive and absorbing. He strings me through the air, conducting my every sound. Conducting my every move. I breathe in a cold air full of nerves and exhale the warmth of his infection, but I speak no words. What can I say that will steal his attention? The maestro of my heart’s affection.

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