Music We Make!

I never doubted desires,

Though it was portrayed as greed by many,

Passion lingers,

Desperately sedated,

The smoothness of the satin blanket,

Is that a blanket or her skin,

I doubted,

Yearning for attention,

Eager to please,

And get pleased,

Mutual respect for our desires,

As like our feelings for each other,

Intertwined and sensual,

Growing moments of kisses,

Becoming rhythms of the night,

With our sounds,

The Music we make!