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Musical slave...

Musical slave...

**notes** just a little poem about the power of music with a twist**

Can you hear the interwoven sound that I seduce your heart with
I will pierce your soul with every note and taste your whispering lips
Come to me
I'm your symphony
Come to me
I'm your destiny

Under this hanging moon I'm undressing you with my darkened eyes
My sound is consuming you and your naked body has nowhere to hide
I'm your wolf, I'm your lust, I'm the poisoned bride that you'll drink
Feel me dripping down your throat while I wrap around my leathered whip

I'm your sound
You will hound
It's in your veins
Just feel...
There's no more pain

Over shivering waters you will sail
The clouds will shadow the broken seas
My seducing ways will never fail
You're my musical slave, succumb to me
So...
Come to me
I'm your symphony
Come to me
I'm your destiny
Listen...

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Tony Taylor

Hey WAYNE!!..... Hypnotic!!... is one of the words that come to mind as I read this..... the unanticipated and possibly unaware seduction of the listener by the power that truly IS music!!....... or within the music as a subliminally slithering intoxication into the listeners soul..... Wow!!..... you ARE a creative soul indeed my friend!!.....ALL STARS!!........ I'm so glad I caught this one!!..... your friend and admirer......T xo ??✴???????

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Wayne Stubbs

Thanks ever so much!! I truly mean it! I've been so busy lately I haven't been on here as much as I would like, I've just been saying to Tina I'm trying to look for an agent or publisher, just don't know what to do! ??
thanks for getting this poem spot on! ☮? brother Tony ?

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Dean Kuch

Hello, Wayne.
This sounds a lot like a symphony of destruction to me—to coin a title from an old Megadeth tune.
And, if it's all the same to you, I would just as soon opt out of this particular concerto...if you don't mind. Much of the times compositions such as the one described here have a voracious appetite for destruction.
Heh-heh-heh...
Nicely penned.
Very dark & eerie.
~Dean ?♫?♫♪

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