Long slender fingers Caress the skin of my face Trace velvet touch that sets my heart racing. I serenade to my lover A song of Mozart. Simple tunes turn To complex woos. I sing the blues, Symphonies made anew. Fused as one We continue Beethoven, Schubert Our bodies grew I refuse to stop Yet she has that power At the hour To close my eyelids And walk away As I am left there Trembling till the next day.Birth sign: Leo
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