Musically Inclined

Her fingers strum lullabies on my dopamine lines from one artery to the next She's connected to every heartbeat in every breath like a ***** spiritual to Still I Rise Her touch exposes surprising endings and unbelievable encores followed by Reach for More's and dig deepers So deep I have to rinse soil from my soul Having to apologize afterwards because we went from hello to one hundred miles into go Fingerprints left on skin, I retrace the chords she played My body her piano tying Ribbons in the Sky to Your Love is too Hype Now close your eyes and allow me to play a tune or two on you.