Violinist

I am your violin
and how beautifully you play
drawing music from my lips
gentle touch

you draw the bow across the strings
with a confident grace
each movement purposeful

and underneath your hands I flush
blood running underneath my skin
thrumming to the music
is unbearable

rising and falling
your lips against my neck
and how pliant your instrument
singing beneath your hands..  

ahh, my violinist your lips quirk in
a smile as I respond to music
and the melody is sweet violence
passion unrestrained

falling apart peice by peice
as if you would unwrap my soul
and all my secrets know

unbearable
this intimacy,
and yet I crave
this fire, and this passion
consume me with the flames