The Color of Music
With a rose wood neck and pearl inlay
I placed my fingers on her, just to play
A time enjoyed more, I never had
The sounds she now made, made me glad.
She sang with beauty, each note she hit.
Melodious? More than just a bit.
With love I gave, then closed my eyes
And she gave back with charming sighs.
Her body, curved, felt just so right
As we played together on this night.
The color of music that we made
Went on eternally, as we played.
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