To be read to the tune of Chopin Nocture Op. 2 #9 by Seth Ford-Young which I have conveniently placed above just for you.
Chopin Nocture Op. 2 #9
An accordion plays
From the hills of Paris
And the notes sing through the air
Greeting every blowing curtain
With a dancer’s grace and care
And inside, my honey and I,
Stick to the bed like flies in traps
Caught up in arms and legs and lips
and love; As the day is never short enough
The night never too long for us
To sate the hunger in our hearts
The appetite for tactile exploration
Our artistic cups ever on the verge
Of running dry or flowing over
So we kiss and kiss again
Hoping to keep the balance and
Someday create the masterpiece of each of our
Souls as the other looks on in pride
Chopin Nocture Op. 2 #9
An accordion plays
From the hills of Paris
And the notes sing through the air
Greeting every blowing curtain
With a dancer’s grace and care
And inside, my honey and I,
Stick to the bed like flies in traps
Caught up in arms and legs and lips
and love; As the day is never short enough
The night never too long for us
To sate the hunger in our hearts
The appetite for tactile exploration
Our artistic cups ever on the verge
Of running dry or flowing over
So we kiss and kiss again
Hoping to keep the balance and
Someday create the masterpiece of each of our
Souls as the other looks on in pride
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