Your hands caress me like our first touch,
The gentleness of your hands hold me tight yet free,
I lay in your touch feeling each movement across my body and neck,
You play each note as it was our first time again,
You play each note without a fault,
I sing my tune as you play my strings,
I sing each moment the notes different than before,
The joy you give me each and every day,
I help the day by helping you compose,
Every note that you play with me,
Our souls entwine in delight,
Our music is played in the day
Our music is danced by lovers at night,
After we play you hold me tight,
With dilated pupils you breathe,
With a smile that last through the night,
We both lay down until the mornings light,
Then we repeat some plays and learn new notes

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