I am enslaved,
to these tonal caress.
Gentleness' tongue,
tenderness' voice.
Furtive Seraphims,
notes dancing into song.
Sensual to the touch,
elegent perfect.
A breath of colour,
to paint cheeks red.
A dash of moments,
to warm cold hearts.
A whiff of dreams,
link two souls a-part.
I am lost O Lord,
upon the plane of lust.
Misled by the chords,
of these melodic repast.
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