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MUSIC

There was music in his voice

Melody in his delivery

That made every word sound like a symphony

Ordinary conversations drip from his lips like jazz

“… I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

Missin’ the words cuz I’m too busy watchin’ his mouth

Too distracted thinkin’ ‘bout

How his music be bones like drumsticks

Stretch my skin like a drum

Strum my heart strings and make me come … like harmony

Like soul

Like juke joint funk & foul mouth moon shine

Drip me out the corner of your mouth and I will kiss away my own wine

Bend me like bow strings

Make me sing your name …

afraid if I let him catch me music will never sound the same

Songs of seduction, saliva, sex and sweat will only sound like my voice calling his name

His lips hypnotize

His eyes hold my gaze

I try to run away … and attempt to remain my own refrain

Crescendo …. Unexecuted.
I’m not afraid of his music

I’m afraid, anything he asks … I would do it .