Play Me

"A painter should not paint what he sees, but what will be seen."

All the things that were said and unsaid play in my head

My fantasies of you are abundant

I imagine your fingers on me

Playing me like your favorite song

As I sing the notes of unrequited adoration

With passionate whimpers and escaped moans

You feel powerful like a master conductor

As I cry your name out in broken whispers

You played me again, oh how I do not want it to end

Because I know I won't see you for a long while by your choice

So I try to spend a few more minutes in your presence but you push me back into my case

And lock it up until you need to feel my curves and hear my unique music again

If you'd peek inside my case more than once a month

You'd see I'm patiently waiting to be thought of by you

To be looked at with your sparkling blue eyes

To be held by your masculine rough yet vulnerable sweet hands

Gift me to someone else if you are not going to learn me, but please learn me

If I'm ever in someone elses possession, you'll never be wiped clean

Your essence will forever haunt my strings

I am made to be strung with fingers that touch with meaning, like you do

And to be held under a chin like yours

Do not push me in my case and lock me away

Play with me, play for me, play me

Music is not just music with you