Drummer

I want to hear your voice the feel to the switch poise the drool when you stop and swagger the cool when you drip honeyed dagger into the curl and fray and elite stagger I want to touch the sunbathing mount in it drown in drawl husky battering against the rain and wind of day I want it christen me with bubbles of hope, fun humor all over a hand against mine , a foot tapping dash of your lush nuances, plucking, wheeling around in a twirl, a beep of surprise, a nicety as the bribe a filigree of drive to say, to speak into a utter the ultimate dine of i love you...