Like rolling thunder crashing in the dark

Like rolling thunder crashing in the dark
I look over and above for you to
make your mark in musical notes
playing the strings of your violin,
and making me glorious!


You blew to me like a feather in a
windy hollow coming along the highway of
my hips…kissing my eyes,
and licking my lips,
and making me glorious….


I call to you now in a torrid tease,
upon my pedestal of pleasure
I invoke thee to come to me,
to release your madness upon
my overture…
playing the strings to my heart
and
Making me glorious!