Music must be a lady,
She's so sultry in the way
That she moves her harmonies
Upon my ear drums.

How she caresses my body,
As it moves to her beat.
Music.
Such elegant beauty,
She puts a bounce in my step,
Whenever I am in her presence.

This,
Young miss,
Never seems to age,
For her face ever changes,
Some more beautiful than the next.
Some have less to be desired.

Though she always wins me back,
With the passion I lack.
I think I L.O.V.E. you,
This connection between us both
Will stand the test of time.
Any doubts I had
Let me make it up with love
As we lay in this bed,
Your infectious rhythm
Pollutes my mind,
And when we kiss,
The lights go out--
When we touch
Your sweet chords
Give a deep ****** energy.

So many times I've been proven wrong,
Your body always on the tip of my tongue.
Layered with such intricacies
I cannot help but revel in the beauty
That my mind’s eye sees.