Our body language produces spoken word <br />Our touch creates this orchestra <br />That composes sexual melodies <br />Old school new school hip hop and r and b <br />The beat moans so sexually <br />Our rythme gets the best of me <br />Something about this song we make <br />That leaves me speechless <br />I let the instrumental play <br />Over and over as we roll over changing positions <br />And i listen, to your heart play my favorite verse <br />As i catch your stare we converse <br />Whispering lyrical legacies as you quench my thirst <br />As the noises in the room started clashing <br />Your love dripped off my lips like the beat was dragging <br />I took your lyrics and brought them into me <br />We made beautiful creations intimately <br />And you layed in my arms surrendering <br />To this symphony made of passion.<br /><br />Shaniqua McCrae<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/symphony-8/
