Let your digits slide across my black keys Hear my highest octave at your fingers’ speed Scales, concerto, and don’t forget the arpeggio Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, La, Ti, Do Breathe wind into all of my shyest spaces And you can hear me whistle in the loudest of places Hold me tight; don’t let me slip Let my reed rest on the tip of your lip Feel my smooth skin vibrating as we meet ...Read On
Added: 16 Dec 2011 | Category: Love Poems |
Avg Score: 4 |
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