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"Music"

Music,
Like love and lust, has roots in the soul.
You make me wild with your A notes,
Drive me crazy like a staff with no lines.

Kisses placed randomly on paper,
As notes turn into high screams and low moans.

Love,
Like anger, runs through my veins and burns me,
As does the fire produced by every key you hit.
Take me into a world, where everything is our symphony.
And every sound, from every voice, melts into one word:

Lust.
It dances to the sound produced as sweat drops tenderly off our skin.
Hands roaming gently, our movements the bass, the beat, and the rhythm.

That that not for me,
Touch me where everything makes sense
And I become the star in your opera show.
Make me the soprano you know I am

While my soul
Melds with your music