between my knees, against my thigh,
make your music,
low voice calling in tune
whisper whisper string song
I feel your vibrations as your heart sighs
humming my name,
close my eyes
gently drawing my bow
back and forth
across your broad chest
massaging your neck with nervous fingertips
each note is a kiss
tender,
licking my lips
in sweet anticipation
as we ride on waves of bars and staffs
pausing only for a
quarter rest
and a conductor’s curving arms
our love trembles
like a fermata
as you ask me to pluck your heart strings





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