One Woman Bands (My Instrument)

She said back shots are her favorite And when done right It's nothing to play with The way she held an arch It resemble an harp She needed a musician to play it Stroking her correct strings Forcing her to return beautiful sounds In a select range Her vibrations penetrates walls Allowing her melodies to be heard from afar Catching the ears of by-passers Like they were targets For her correct aim Inspiring a dance with her melodic moans As the conductor I controlled Her erotic tones Her response to every note Was as if it was one she wrote Resulting in a beautiful song A playlist for the ages One that's timeless and ageless Still handling her from the back This time with my mouth attached Attempting to be creative She reached for my hand Guiding my fingers in Changing the arrangement No longer a harp But still an instrument of art And one that I love to play with Switching from a flute Which you allowed me to blow into Releasing sounds that were amazing Into a Organ Where thrust is the conduit To produce a musical language Striking your keys with intensity Hoping no damage is done extensively My goal Is to use your body to compose A song that you will remember Even when you're old That when you speak of the greatest organ player Your only thought is to mention me She said back shots are her favorite And she knows how to take it But she'll be any instrument I want As long as I know how to play it