Music
by D3

Slide your hands down my back
and I arch my French horn to your tempo while you
s----l------o----w---l----y began again
stroking me with your hands in collaboration with your
tongue to makes rhythms and time vibrato it soon
plays a melody of erotic pleasures as you
introduce your bass to my
brass and we with treble began to cleft
kisses and licks of sweet song in surrender
watching you immerse your face on the
oh so sensitive mouth piece you so love to
wrap your lips around to suck and blow
and suck and blow until you both become inseparable
making ole skool jams
collide and become one in a hip-hop be-bop
jazz eclitic funk kind of slow grove
you know the kind of grove yo pops put on
yo mom the nite you were created
and we fed the fields with our love song
slide your hands down my back lifting me to the beat that
only you can give tickling all of my ivories with that long black
pretty shiny clarinet you keep me on beat with
you know the one your folks gave you when
your were born and show me how to make the groves and the
notes you make not the kind sent down the line by Tyrone and J. Z.
but the ones you showed to me the nite of my graduation and when I
was LATE for my prom because I was drenched for the heat of the fast
movement of your keys as we SWELLED and released with
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to the point where my tuba exploded and
imploded with the enjoyment of the last song you
played
in me
on me
with me
for me
Slide your hands down my back