Tune me like your instrument
The octaves of my moans and the pitches of my whimpers
And you're the conductor in our symphony
Wet me like your reed
And practice your fingering on me
Your embouchure on my lips
And a melody is born

Tempo, rhythm, and repeat
Play me with passion
A little instrument under the demand of an artist
Willing to obey

Warm me up before our crescendo rises
Make sure to stay in three/four time
Be the accompaniment to the ballad of our bodies
Darling, hips can only thrust so hard
Before we break the strings

But baby when the melody falls
Our gasps are the final notes
To end the night and our duet

But please understand
I'm ready for an encore


Your always in control
My nuturing Puppet Master
Guiding my every move
With a slight tug
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Manipulating my thoughts
Despite whether you are trying or not
Always inside head
Laced into my inner self
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What will you have me do next?
How would you like to see perform?
Maybe a little dance
Or just a sexy pose
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You hold the power in your soft hands
Your puppet is useless
Without your touch
Come and play with me ma'am please