Strumming my pain with his long pale fingers The angelic tune lingers He's eyes telling a tale, hidden desires and dark secrets Emotion welling up insides Anguish subsides Fingers moving expertly Nipples standing pertly He pulls at the chords of her heart Warming her sacred place and sending chills down her spine Totally unaware, his mind imagining the next line. Between her thighs it tickles, as the tune caresses her... Her pussy purrs Her mind thrills Her skin crawls Her impulse stalls It has too.... With every movement of his hand, she wishes to be his instrument To be caressed, pressed, played over and over again His nails picking at the strings Her body stings Can she be his for a moment...a substitute for this passion? Will he allow himself to penetrate to pulsate Be open to hearing her song To play along Wishing to be heard and free For him to sense Her essence, inhaling her unique incense To mesmorise his mind To be taken from behind The tune to fill the air,with only the sincerest care A neverending song To be played all night long..