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Symphony Of Desire

Let my body become an instrument
Upon which your fingers play
Touch the keys so feather light
As my heart and soul does sway

A slight increase in tempo
Finds me burning like a fire
As we come to the crescendo
Of this symphony of desire

Such a heavenly finale
Played sweet upon my chords
Oh! the way you make me feel
As I whisper to you Encore

~THE FLOWING PEN~
5-30-05







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Symphony Of Desire