Seated at the edge of the bed
In a hitherto abominable mission
The sweet embrace of her lips
and fingers
Gliding along this African flute
Enchanting musical notes
orchestrating a symphony within my (other)head
A craftswoman in her trade she is
A lustful maestro of this waltz
With a touch of elegance crafted to entice
Melodically entrancing my soul and limbs to shiver
As she reads my body like a work of Mozart
Drumming the twin tribal drums
Awakening the hibernating composers to life
Bringing this royal flute to creamy tears.
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