late at night and my life begins
what has started is merely a thought
my fingers hit the faders
rolling the familiar command
magic pours into the room

it's just me and you tonight
speak to me
tell me your story
I will lay you down faithfully
shall we start

your rough and cold lacking detail
there is a truth to your rhythm
your body and soul feeds my ears
for the first time I see your shape
my hands tremble with responsibility

your in charge
I'm only the interpreter
whisper to me your voice
play for me your strings
reach into my chest
my soul my all

I can feel you now
we are becoming one as you crash across my stage
pour yourself over me
holding on waiting for your cue
now explode into the nights air

shake the chair shake the walls
attack me with your steamy thrust
pound against my ribs with passion
deliver to me your thoughts
you are here
you are alive
you are song

Very nice piece.

Oooo nice!! reminds me of a piece i posted on here awhile back, the similarities between passions can make them almost....impossible to distinguish ~ much enjoyed this mg

Cool, send me a link.

took me a min to find it :)

http://mingle2.com/topic/show/287282

I love the pic that you added.It was the visual completion of the mood you had created with words. Made me sigh. I could almost hear the music. Thank you.

From Bastet126






.rapture invaded
with every
shred
of his calloused
fingers
raping chords
across the
virgin white
fallen
taken
yet once again
where only
my heart does
quicken.

awwww...ty mg for resurrecting that :) different, but similar, no? without the pictures, it would be hard to know of what we speak. even with the picture, do they? all in the mind's eye.

enjoyable read