Music
Doesn't matter what you listen to,
It's only what it does to you,
A melody that rides a beat,
A rhythm to massage the feet...
It converges on you deep within,
Transparent but yet rides the wind,
As you try to grab a hold,
Of what's resonating from your soul...
You faintly feel it in your grasp,
So penetrating you must ask,
Just what exactly feels so good,
That has me trapped like nothing should...
But you intensely ride each wave,
Convinced that you're its sexual slave,
Undressing you in monotone,
Caressing everything you've shown...
Every time that you close you eyes,
Shed yourself of worldly ties,
And open up yourself again,
So my music can come in ....
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