No one knows
Who holds my heart
Commands my sense and mind to part.
And no one knows what melodies
He weaves upon my skin with ease
And I won’t tell what notes he plays
Between my thighs with words he says.
This orchestra of souls entwined
In skies of instruments designed
For none but Us, crescendos shake
Soft heart – quakes.
Sonatas Moonlit swell within
As whispers speak with loudest din
He knows my rhythm
Strums my strings
And moistens secret, sensual things.
Conducts with verse my sinfonietta
… slower, harder… all the better.
Hushed and quietly we pause
An audience bleeds sweet applause
He bows and tastes my final song
Of love that waited far too long
With music my lost heart he led
He plays sweet symphonies in my head