No-one plays the guitar the way you play my innermost parts
Not even Santana could pluck strings the way you do my heart
Nor could Miles have trumpeted as loud as my heart beats for you
rhymes for you
The music you play upon my Soul is electric
The cadence of your voice - eclectic
An instrumentation that fills me to the brim
I am in a trance - all out on a limb
Possessed by your love
Not even Santana could pluck strings the way you do my heart
Nor could Miles have trumpeted as loud as my heart beats for you
rhymes for you
The music you play upon my Soul is electric
The cadence of your voice - eclectic
An instrumentation that fills me to the brim
I am in a trance - all out on a limb
Possessed by your love
...Ahhh...
spellbound
as I dance to the beat of your hips
Desiring to press upon pursed lips
begging to be devoured by their rhythm
Play me a song...
"Play me a Song" © 2011 Kalinago Woryi
Photography: Irving Penn "The Palm of Miles Davis" 1986
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