I want it to melt me.
An andante,
With the slide rise & fall
Of the bow
My neck cradled in
The palm of strong hands
Breaking,,,
Is a taunting,
Waking the sounding post
within me
creating energy
with your fine tuning
Covering every essential part of me
The scale has waken me
to ecstasy
a most certain desire
seduction every beat
to every note to
every 4th measure
Bow piercing, piercing, piercing
Me like a rod
'This Duet'
A forte like lovers
I am
Dripping
White Satin.
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