Lestat's Violin.

[I submitted this in a guild I joined on another website.I wanted to put it here too.]

Don't hide such a pretty song,
wave your hips like the ocean's waves.
Play your violin strings
and play it to your grave.

The more I want
the more you give me.
Every time I see your fingers upon those strings
I can only imagine how much you play.
Do you play by yourself?Do you play with yourself?
Do you let every inch of yourself be played?

There's a beautiful sonnet
smoothed along notes inside you.
Written out on old paper
your appearance is past due.
Why don't you show us your grace
and talent?
Why don't you show us your face
and play your violin.
Play for us
dance for us.

Be our gypsy
wiggle your hips
stare sexually.
Don't blink or your music might
fly right through your mind.
Don't miss a note
on Lestat's old violin.