Looking Through Stained Glass



Your moans

An orchestrated melody
Of the sweetest music
From the furthest rows
Of love's concert hall
A sound like no other
Covering the scale of
Basso Profundo
to Coloratura Soprano
In one rush of heated breath

A barely controlled magic of
Gregorian Chants and Ella’s Scats
From Amadeus to Aerosmyth
All rolled
Into the instrument
That is you
An instrument that plays on
And on and on
And I your conductor


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