acwidow

16 Dec 2011

The Art Of Making Music

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...

acwidow

14 Oct 2011

Her First Barbie

Estranged from her lover, she must find the perfect fit to knock out all of her pent-up kinks.

She walked into the shop having not the slightest clue of which item should get to tickle her fancy. She perused the aisles aimlessly for less than a minute when the shop's hostess beckoned to her. She asked if the young lady needed assistance and began t...