Thursday 24 July 2014

STRINGS:


String me violets, upon your old violins,

Sing me songs, to remove man´s sad sins,

Pluck me poetry, upon old country banjos,

And between your teeth, offer me red rose.

 

Lull me lyrical, from your soft sitars & lutes,

Stamp me flamenco, in black heeled boots,

Call me upon cellos, that are softly caressed,

And my body, with your eyes, gently undressed.

 

Strum me sweetly, on guitar & old Welsh harp,

So deep within, you touch the strings of my heart,

So you´ll feel my soul, within your own dear love,

And together we shall dance, to the heavens above.

 

 

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