My Instrument
She is my beautiful
aged instrument
how I worship you
Each curve
smoothly rubbed
endlessly teased
my wicked fingers
moving effortlessly
over your sensual keys
Your aching notes
filled my ears
as I eased
the edge of your delight
dominating your descent for
my strength to rise and taste
your delicate song
And yet
I want to be Yours
worshipping
on my knees
as sinner and saint
intertwined
With every
ragged sigh
I want you to
strip my mind
and undress my desire
