Your expert fingers gently strum and pluck at my strings Making every inch of me sing.
My body thrums With each staccato beat And goosebumps ***** my skin as we race towards the crescendo.
The music peaks And beautifully tuned notes entwine In heart-stopping harmony.
Your bass blends With my soprano In a perfect balance of tone and pitch.
In the stillness that follows The music fades Into a duet of breathy sighs.
And then we :||
Let's make beautiful music together. Poem 4 in my "7 Poems in 7 Days" self-challenge. Bonus challenge: All titles must be school subjects. Feel free to join me!