InsomniaMany moons have passed away,Insomnia
from that dreadful, painful day. Yet I still, against my will, feel like it was yesterday.
I was thrown and I fell deep, In a place where I can't sleep. Never ending, my soul bending By a force in this grim keep.
In my cage without a door, Punished lie I on the floor. I was bad, made others sad But I won't do it anymore.
In my heart lingers still some pride, A glimpse of hope lies deep inside, And when it burns, the table turns No longer here will I reside.
Affairs of a TromboneThe quintessence of manhood Beguiles me through the air. The faint puses and vibrations Translate themselves into a luscious Brassy sound,Affairs of a Trombone
Gasping Breathily in my ear.
Scorching, sensually teasing my harmones, Which can't understand that the music Can't have physical affection forced towards it.
So this is what I look for in a man. A sound, a rich voice. Something that is very rare… He must play the instrument. Not only that, but he must play it WELL: Comandingly, Demandingly, Agressively ~
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