Music
You pull at the strings of my heart
As I let the vibration of the smooth groove flow like waves from the ocean.
Snapping my fingers and swaying to the boom, biff, click and clack
While those ivory keys create that beautiful melody
Together the syncopation forces me to open my mouth and sing “There is no greater love”
The only thing that sustains me is the sultry sounds of you…Music.
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