The Story and The Song

Humans Are Instruments

I held your body close from between your legs
As we prepared to conduct an orchestra under the blankets of my bed
I turned your ears left and right as if they were tuning pegs
I strummed my fingers across your pelvis and passed your undergarment threads

Are you a brass or wind because my lungs need a deep breath
Are you percussion or acoustic because this is only a 5 song set

With desperate eyes and dripping sweat
Your lustful mouth opened up and said

Let me play your ribs,
your hips,
your chest,
your legs;

your lips,
your spit,
your spine,
your neck.

I know it's rude to provoke casual sex,
but your body is an instrument I'd love to perfect.

-David Lee Crow

She said no.