Fill me with music.
Let me brim with your melodies, and cry out lyrics.
Taste the guitar’s strings on my tongue, feel them strum your body into ******
Fingers pressing against my keys, lifting vibrations from the very base of my core, and coaxing them from my mouth.
My torso acts as violin, and your lips a bow. They leave me humming for you, deep and legato.
Your tongue flicks against reeds of sensation. Punctuates key changes and where your instrument shall come in.
I, the band, is directed by you, the maestro, until you are ready to finish our song.
I feel the heat of your symphony radiating into me.
I sing soprano only for you.
Together, we are an orchestra.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
Fill me with music.
Let me brim with your melodies, and cry out lyrics.
Taste the guitar’s strings on my tongue, feel them strum your body into ******
Fingers pressing against my keys, lifting vibrations from the very base of my core, and coaxing them from my mouth.
My torso acts as violin, and your lips a bow. They leave me humming for you, deep and legato.
Your tongue flicks against reeds of sensation. Punctuates key changes and where your instrument shall come in.
I, the band, is directed by you, the maestro, until you are ready to finish our song.
I feel the heat of your symphony radiating into me.
I sing soprano only for you.
Together, we are an orchestra.
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