(inspired by going to see an orchestra play live)
Hold my neck tightly
lovingly and caressingly
And slowly stroke,
your fingers play against my skin.
Kiss me gently, warm
breath lustily brushes over my shoulder
As you mummer against my skin:
Loving you is and should be a sin.
Because when you strum, and gently tease
I’m left reverberating like a string
On a violin and each time you do…
You’ve struck a chord and now
A sweet melody hums and colours the music
Time stops still until there’s nothing left
Except you…me and the beautiful rising symphony.
And soon it’s a swelling orchestra
playing out the passion,
each tune and note precise.