by Janay Walker

Created on: June 24, 2009

"Sheet Music"

as my ears channel louis armstrong playing his saxaphone
blowing those beautiful tunes
it makes me taste...feel your lips around my breast
you absorb them so erotically that you pull orgasmic moans
from my lactiferous ducts


then I breathed in the sweet sounds of billy holiday
singing- gloomy sunday, and I realized how you have made
what some think of as gloomy, sunshiny
as my bed became feverish like a kenmore oven
you made my legs rain down upon
our tangled anatomies


when we let up the umbrella and halted the rain
i pulled out my guitar and like me, you strumed
my precious gem vibrantly with your melodic tongue


i was somewhere in the haze until you played me another tune
a madrigal in the same spot and made my womanly humidity descend down
upon your virile attributes once more

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