Prelude

Come into my chamber I shall color the music low chill the wine perfect to taste and for our light catch stray moonbeams flirting through the window place a candle or two scented with citronella, to intoxicate us. The drumbeat in my heart pounds impatiently, my fingers a violin rod, flex slowly for the opening chords. A hush falls over my senses. Maestro, your orchestra is ready, I am your instruments. You have the power to possess and captivate me. At the wave of your hand we shall play our very own symphony. @jjote 05032021