You set the tone, I bring the soul.

Your jams are endless and I enjoy.

I join your band and improvise

a senseless song en español.

You think it’s cute and I’m just buzzed.

You look at me with impure thoughts.

You bite your lips, I’m a piece of meat.

You smile to self and the smile is sweet.

You sit on my rug and watch me undress.

I may want sleep, but you want sex.

You have a way of getting your way.

Sooner or later, aware or not

I will dance to your tunes and sing your songs.

Not much to wonder, a world to know;

’cause you’re the guitar and I’m the drums.

By tuttysan © 2007

You’re the guitar, I’m the drums – a poem.

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