Two different sides of the track
With no strings attached
He saw black and, it was beautiful
Some kind of way we just flowed
I asked him..
"What do you see in me"
He replied in the sweetest tone..
"I see myself"
Every note was like silk to my skin
My ears inhaled the sound
Composedly I lay there and watch him
As he plays for me....
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