Poems
Live Instrumentation
He's my conductor
And I...his small orchestra
A jazz quartet he says
Finessing my keys
Walking his fingers thru my strings
Licking only two
Then strumming my clit
He plays my instrument
A sound of beauty emits
Up and down with his stick
He beats my drum
Bottoms out my bass
Melody in sync
Engaging my valves
Lowering my pitch
We trumpet to triumph
Notes penned to paper
The title of this work
The sounds of love making
Or just the harmony of lust
Live instrumentation
A song between us
Traditional
Roses are red
Violets are blue
He says I'm too much for one
But not enough for two
If he keeps bringing his boy around
I'll be fucking him too
Cami
I am the reason for the rise of the sun
The midnight glow of the moon
Rays of light always shine upon me
I am Cami, you see
I'm the reason your man rises below
The reason she's envious
And her green's starting to show
It's not my fault every man wants me
I am Cami, you see
Young boys anxiously await their chance
Young girl’s adore my strut and stance
I'm who he wants and she wants to be
I am Cami, you see
Always my father's angel
My mother can't stand me
Together they chiseled a work of art
I am Cami, you see
This is just an introduction
A snippet of my pedigree
My wild tales are worth hearing
I am Cami, you see
