Orchestrated Flow

This was initially silly banter going back and forth via text messages between Rico X and I, so we decided to put it together...

She was dripping with anticipation
Could this be the day
That she eases his fears away?
Legs intertwined with covers
She was pale like the sheets on the bed
She needed some rays desperately
She was dreaming of sugarplums
She strummed
Her cello in A minor
Waiting for him to join the orchestra
And conduct the symphony
Her soul longed for

She needs a conductor
For her music
Not trusting her own sound
She waits for his harmony
To synthesize with her melody
Open to direction and cues
The notes written on the staff
Begin to emerge in a new way
His the bass clef
Hers the treble
Trembles as they joined together

Cymbals are on alert
Waiting
Anticipating
Ready to proclaim that the pain is over
He refrains from now
Because that which is lost
Shall be found?

The tempo slows
Because he knows
The tension building
Hope of freedom
From his pain
Is a repeating chorus
The fear enormous
For now her strings
Stretched tight lingerings
From her bow
Play a lonely tune

The sheet music protects his soul
From being played in the wrong key
Or sequence
It makes sense why
Musicians fail to get the cords right

Sharp notes
Flat tones
Backward drones
His ears
Hears
Dissonance in the innocence

The music stopped playing
The orchestra is now silent
She rises from her musical trance
Trying to figure out
How this music
Got in between her thighs