Rated M for adult themes

Making Music

Sonnet 17

Play my body like your violin strings

Your gentle caress draws music from my lips

As our souls intertwine, my heart sings

From the rhythm building between our hips.

We reach a crescendo, it has me dazed

We lay in each others arms satisfied

His lips still dance across my skin unfazed

If he wants round 2 he wont be denied.

He shows me passion yet is still gentle

Our hands wondering and memorising

Every birthmark, every freckle

Who knew it could be so good, fulfilling.

Because we make music like we make love

Earth shattering, high like stars above.

_,∙~* All But Faceless *~∙,_

What can I say? ;)