You run a hand up and down my back
playing scales on my soft skin
whispering your thoughts in my ear
and leaving a little nip there
You tongue on my breast
the way you cup and suck it so
has me responding to your every move
as you write us a score that's new
Our bodies press together
flesh against flesh
pants ring out loud
there's music on our skin and in our mouths
You fingers drift along
while I sigh the lovers song
and you tell me
how wet and warm I feel
Your erection delights me
there's not reason to fight me
it's my turn to hear your tune
I compose a love song on you
We write in sync
bring each other to the brink
build the heat up high
until we crescendo
Baby, as I lay here breathless
there's one thing I know
this is my favourite song
and you're a fucking maestro
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