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HARP
INSIDE ROARE
HARP
From the little toe to the ears to kiss the whole
I would like one day.
Your tender fingers in my mouth,
kissing your eyelids and saying how much I should
Your body vibrates like a harp with millions of strings.
I would like to play it and sing with the orchestra.
Who tuned your instrument, who tuned your body
to keep wanting, keep shaking.
Talk and keep offering me a new tone.
From the smell of the palms, a new part and from the lids of the eyes new notes sound,
from the inside of the bosom of the strings, a choir that I can caress in the evening.
I touch your sweet lips, I kiss your feet.
I ask if I may.
Your body is shaking.
Yes you can.
Your body vibrates like a harp with millions of strings.
I would like to play it and sing with the orchestra.
Who tuned your instrument, who tuned your body
to keep wanting, keep shaking.
HARP
From the little toe to the ears to kiss the whole
I would like one day.
Your tender fingers in my mouth,
kissing your eyelids and saying how much I should
Your body vibrates like a harp with millions of strings.
I would like to play it and sing with the orchestra.
Who tuned your instrument, who tuned your body
to keep wanting, keep shaking.
Talk and keep offering me a new tone.
From the smell of the palms, a new part and from the lids of the eyes new notes sound,
from the inside of the bosom of the strings, a choir that I can caress in the evening.
I touch your sweet lips, I kiss your feet.
I ask if I may.
Your body is shaking.
Yes you can.
Your body vibrates like a harp with millions of strings.
I would like to play it and sing with the orchestra.
Who tuned your instrument, who tuned your body
to keep wanting, keep shaking.
Published 17th Apr 2024
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The harp (as well as probably the guitar whose shape may remind one of the back of a woman's torso as well as be a phallic symbol) is perhaps a most apt instrument to weave erotic words around.
Love the chorus
Your body vibrates like a harp with millions of strings.
I would like to play it and sing with the orchestra.
Who tuned your instrument, who tuned your body
to keep wanting, keep shaking.
Love the chorus
Your body vibrates like a harp with millions of strings.
I would like to play it and sing with the orchestra.
Who tuned your instrument, who tuned your body
to keep wanting, keep shaking.
18th Apr 2024 7:36pm
