
We mad love to the beat of his drum that was produced by pharomones, that had us screaming; I want some, I need some...
He made me hit every bone on my piano, songs conducted by the fire in his eyes... Not allowing me to say no, the strokes from his harp, his constant smooth melodicies ranging from A to B Sharp.
We switch positions and I began playing the bass, smashed the pillows in his face, giving him a concussion, from the steady beat of my percussion.
I didn't know I had it like this. Damn I beat it up, had the choir singing HELLO, as I ridiculously strummed that cello!!
He blew me as if I was a flute; my toes bent downward as my mouth began to toot.
It was an amazing compilation, sure to be in heavy rotation.
Even days later when I'm home alone, masterbating a beautiful sound from my wood wind collection, until there's an eruption...
I, until he comes back to me, will be a soloist in this uncompromising symphony!!

