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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