By Prerafaelite © copyright august 2001.
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Isabelle kissed the tip of her clarinet,
gently wrapped her lips around the mouthpiece and squeezed firmly. Her tongue
wet the bamboo reed and she began to play Mozart’s clarinet concerto adagio.
Her fingers caressed the instrument as they floated over the ebony wood and
silver keys. Such a beautiful sculpture in itself. Smooth and rich sounding, it
welcomed her touch like a lover. She breathed across the reed and the
instrument sang. She made love to it with her mouth and hands. Jonathan watched
with rapt fascination, smiled wryly and wished that he had been made by Buffet.