Each time we are together,

My body you do play,

As if it were a Stradivarius made especially for you.

Each string is plucked

With the greatest of ease.

Each note reverberates with golden sound.

My moans of pleasure do rebound.

Your smile grows with each, orgasmic tempest I do reach,

As you play the golden melodies of my body.

An orchestrated orgasmic feast for you to play.

My body is your instrument I have to say,

And I can only return in kind as moans I sing.

All the melodies wrenched from my soul, they do ring

Enhances your smile and encourage me to greater heights.

I am a Stradivarius made especially for you.