Music Genome Project©

Tongue snaking, sneaking and shaking down meek contour.
I shudder and stutter staccato.
Your favorite song lost in melancholy moan.
I mutter vibrato and blubber in alto.
Maestro embodying Beethoven with his baritone ballad.
His stichomythic tambourine giving me diligent promotion.
Cannibalistic cries and wails of passion canoeing in affinity.
Appoggiatura cacophonous.
Every sound of every syllable falsetto a cappella.
Melodic ornamentation transcendent in my operatic tremors.
Baton tapping along with the prominent piano of heart’s banter.
Melliferous mellifluous.
Din obstreperous deriving from intervals of acoustic Mozart.
Our first debut.
Synchronicity from cord curling toes.
Ad libbing riffs of revolution.
A duet of dub simpatico.
Susurrate sirens of sexuality plucking string of harp.
Intonations in your howling hymn profuse. The crescendo of sexual innuendo tinnitus. They tremble to the rhythm of your trombone and you thrive on the pitch of the octaves I hit.
Giving confirmation that satisfaction’s legit. You played me like instrument, the sensuality in your mantra rhetorical. Mannerisms eloquent sophisticated saxophone.
A percussed tapotement inhaling lungs of pheromone.
Gentle verses of lilt groan.
Breathing as erratic as the tribal beat of African drums.
A Spanish guitar strums a serenade of hissing and hums.
Every orifice infiltrated, a jazz that THOU SHALT ADORE.
Heavens quake and headboards break, you bellow for more.
As an amplified cadence of thunderous orgasms enthrall me.
The flow of your funk relentlessly calling me, carnality drawing me.
Legs shaking to the tempo of coo, the masculine tone of your voice soothes, the rain sings the blues: an orchestration of an old school groove.
I murmur incoherently angelic choruses of aria, speaking in tongues of miracles, tenor testament of vulgarity, indistinguishable words lyrical.
My auxiliary behavior vernacularized.
Erotic symphonies building in momentum, their plangent notes marking territory as they accentuate frame.
I twitch and jerk adamantly an erogenous rhapsody, the beast in me is tamed. Appetence crooning.
An ensemble of auditory alchemy.
We bow and curtains close.
I swear we make music.
Our nude performance encored.
Bravo!!