I do believe music is my soulmate.
The men who create it, the ones I am lured to,
are merely my mistresses.
Invade my mouth.
Practice your rhythmic choreography on my body.
But save your concierto for someone else.
For you cannot play me from the inside out.
You cannot induce tears by your sheer beauty
when I have not felt so much as the chill of your breath
across my skin.
Seduce me and I will appreciate you
in a way you will not soon forget.
Just know that your passion
could never move me
the way exquisite, haunting, heavenly music can.