Ten Octaves Higher.

There are no simple words to describe you. You are more complex than a ten-thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle. I had long to know which pieces go where and climb up your stairs. End up in your bedroom and hold you in my arms maybe swaying to an imaginary song
• We hold hands as if in the stance of a waltz we are sliding and gliding but I want to feel you pressing against my body. I want a symphony that descends into a concerto.Two instruments in tune that the notes made transcends to total harmony.You kiss my neck I let my hands loosen and my clothes too as I gently undress you, I can't make music on my own I need you not just beside me but inside me. I am not any note without you take me slowly make my breath stumble and my body shake as you enter me. I am wet waiting for you, and I am desperately open to new tunes.

You take me beyond the melodies to a heaven of orgasmic sonata. I come against the backdrop of a pianist who knows what my body needs to reach such a high. I tremble in your artistic direction I never knew I could reach ten octaves. I have totally been played and I am waiting on the encore again and again. You make me into musical notes that I thought I could never make, and I need you as much as the staff needs the composer.