Mourning Cursive - Violin

I want to play your skin like a violin Make beautiful music from your moans As I tantalizingly pluck, pull, and manipulate your strings Hit those notes that make me dream and we can play all night long Our little love song Get lost in the raptures of our melodies Entwining bodies An instrumental of flesh A rhythm of passion I want to feel the symphony of your orgasm Taste the sex of your concerto Whole notes, half notes, quarter notes, Eighths and Sixteenths, A rest isn’t required I want to hear you scream When I play your skin Like a violin.