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| THE SYMPHONY As the twilight of night began to fall, Thoughts of his warm body in my head, He was whispering what he would do to me, When he lays me on his bed. He promised to take me higher, Than I thought I could ever be, Then he pressed his fingers to my lips, And whispered, Do you hear the melody? As he gently placed his hands on my breast, He felt the pounding of my heart, And only he could know the rest, Because the orchestra was about to start. He discovered secrets about myself, That even I had not known before, As he would lay beside me, Slowly, gently, teasing me, making me beg for more. Oh the music that he taught me to feel with him, Was the music that only lovers can make, It would sometimes make us feel giddy, And at others, it would make our hearts ache. More, still more, I could not get enough, Of love's melodies we spent each night making, Why I had never heard such a sweet symphony, Reaching heights that were there for the taking. |
| I would tremble with delightful sensations, Feeling his body growing hotter with my touch, He has become the maestro of my body and soul, And night after night, I grew to need him so much. As he strokes the special strings that will take me, Lifting me higher and higher and then, He will slowly start from the beginning, Lifting me yet higher and higher again. As the night slowly fades into the early dawn, I lay listening to the beating of his heart, And if I close my eyes, I can hear the echoes, Of the music that we made in the dark. The rich baritone of the cello, Comes drifting back, hauntingly sweet, And I still feel well how he stroked the chords, Until I was spent and exhausted, asleep. He plays the very sweetest of love songs, And he has mastered the finest art, Of stroking the strings of the violin, Or was that the strings of my heart. Ah, yes my love, let my music take you, Higher and higher, and then, Just when you think you have arrived, I'll take you higher and higher again. By Charlene DeBusk (edited for space) |
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