Awaken the keyboard with a morning kiss
position the bench so you can play with ease
let not the morning sun get in your eyes
as you read the music
The notes will whisper in the air
as you gently stroke the keys
bring the music to life with your hands
Gently touch my breasts as they awaken
kiss them with your soft, soft lips
part my legs as you turn the page
and strum the desire to a peak
Fear not that you will miss a chord
you are a master at what you do
the music will reach its crescendo
as the desire flows forth
Bubbling notes will float
as my voice joins the chorus
you have played well this morning
my true love
spiritraven (Connie Wine) 08/28/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in the end.. it was.. brandy wine..iip