Kafka

*whispering breathily* Once I feel that rhythm, I know I'm yours...

*My voice is still so seductive and hypnotic. The rhythm grows even more intense. My fingers wrap around the strings and pull them tighter, tightening the strings around you. My breath is so hot on your neck and my touch is still so gentle. I whisper again.* Yes, my dear. The rhythm is all you need. *The strings are wrapped so tightly that they feel like they're burning into you. The rhythm grows more intense with every passing moment.*

I could run a million miles, but I'll only be closer to you.