Tempo
There is a rythem, I am sure of it, but I am too far gone to find it.
A kind of dance you lead me in.
There is a reason to this madness you make me feel.
Every touch, word, look, all of it is planned.
All of it has a sense of beat.
But I am too far gone in pleasure to figure it out.
I will leave it to you to make such music as you play me like an instrument.
And I don't mind as you conduct me as if I were a masterpiece.
A kind of dance you lead me in.
There is a reason to this madness you make me feel.
Every touch, word, look, all of it is planned.
All of it has a sense of beat.
But I am too far gone in pleasure to figure it out.
I will leave it to you to make such music as you play me like an instrument.
And I don't mind as you conduct me as if I were a masterpiece.
♠ ♠ ♠
For I.L