Vinyl Record

To me her love was more than just "love"
To me
the way she loved was a record.
A sensuous pin in the groove.
when she'd speak
she'd spin around and around.
To me
that was all that mattered.
I danced in her rhythm.
Finding it impossible to deny
what was evident.
In a mere matter of moments
I was enticed.
Tracing the lines of her hands,
I being the pin lost in her melatonin.
Whether in public for all to see.
Or in the intimate moments
shared
between her & I.
I sung her love as my favorite song.
A song forever engraved
as I longed to be the pin
that traced her groove.
A record that always stays with you
No matter how much time has passed [/font]