The riff passes through the eye,
and the needle is the song.
Your heart beats now to the rhythm of a drum.
The bass plays low yet tensions climb high.
Our breathes harmonize with the caressing of your thigh.
The tempo of my bliss has hastened with a kiss.
Sown together is our melody, such sweet music is this.
Without your love I am truly amiss.
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Michael_Angelo
I live and work in Canada and I've had a love of poetry and story making since I was a child. With age, I have only taken on more life experience to draw from. I have been and lived in this country from coast to coast.
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