I wanna play her body
Like a classically trained pianist,
I wanna feel her heartbeat
Through her back
Upon my chest.

I linger on those thoughts
That then turn to dreams.

I kiss the wind
As I speak her name
Art builds from pain
And her words bare the scars
Of a hidden side,
Insain
In-trest
Love tests
Nails, Back
Nipple Mouth Brest.

I wanna play the blues
With my fingers on her skin
Strokin that flesh
Like i'm gettin notes from a string.
Listen to her
Wale and moan
I'd be playin that Devils music
All night long
If i wasn't sittin at home.
I'd sell my soul at the cross roads
To play that music with her,
When skin creates that friction
The vibration
Becomes an addiction,
It strums my soul
And like a breeze it blows every fibre floating around my
System