My Music Man
Mystique420
Posts: 338
My tall, dark music man
your instrument makes my body dance.
Like the ivory keys on a baby grand,
I croon each note your hands command.
Your fingers play upon my skin
I close my eyes; our song begins.
From a slow serenade to a frenzied beat
then back again until our song's complete.
Gershwin, Chopin, and Bach didn't have a clue
when it comes to writing music the way you do.
Every note, every stroke, a masterpiece in the making,
the beauty of your symphony leaves my body shaking.
And just when I feel I can take no more,
you kiss my lips and I cry 'ENCORE!'
your instrument makes my body dance.
Like the ivory keys on a baby grand,
I croon each note your hands command.
Your fingers play upon my skin
I close my eyes; our song begins.
From a slow serenade to a frenzied beat
then back again until our song's complete.
Gershwin, Chopin, and Bach didn't have a clue
when it comes to writing music the way you do.
Every note, every stroke, a masterpiece in the making,
the beauty of your symphony leaves my body shaking.
And just when I feel I can take no more,
you kiss my lips and I cry 'ENCORE!'
"To live,.... love,..... there's a song to be sung,....
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
nah,... we smoke it!
'cause we may not be the Young Ones,..."
--first u sow the seed-- nature grows the seed-- then we eat the seed--
nah,... we smoke it!0