ramblings and things
|
|
|||||||||||||||
|
|||||||||||||||
|
|
she plays her instrument with passion caressing and stroking each string so her music is pouring out as from a living breathing thing she fills that hall pleasure and every once in a while she catches my eye with that special smile her message is of love as she sits there and plays i'll be with you very soon the simple words she says and i close my eyes qjite content to share the music of her soul with those gathered there she plays her instrument with passion in her own unique and caring style i share her with the world but know she'll be just mine in a very little while Vote for this poem
|
|
