MusicMusic,Music
Like love and lust, has roots in the soul. You drive me mad with your A notes, Making me wild like a staff with no lines. Kisses placed randomly on paper as notes turn into high screams and low moans.
Love, Like anger flows through my veins and burns me, So does the fire produced by every key you hit. Taking me higher into a world where there is no dissonance, And every sound, from every voice, melts into one word:
Lust, Dances to the sound produced as sweat drips tenderly off your skin. Hands roaming gently; our hearts the bass, beat, and background
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So..did you hear the one about the duck and the egg beater?
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I may be schizophrenic, but at least we have each other.
"I turned and rubbed my hands with glee.
I always keep a tin of glee handy." - The Goon Show
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Im open for commissions
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