Love Poem: Sonata In the Sheets
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Written by: Raul Moreno

Sonata In the Sheets

Believe me I can play sheet music,
Please leave the television alone.
It’s that time of night again girl,
Come play with my metronome.
 
Let’s create our love music,
Girl don’t change the channel.
I can’t take my hands off you,
You know you’re my piano. 

I go up and down your scale,
To find the right tone of key.
It’s an octave of pleasure,
And that key must be the ‘G’.

Or is it the middle ‘C’?
‘Cause Every Good Boy Does Fine.
You like it when I hit the B flat,
And play two hands at a time.

Chop sticks, twinkle twinkle little star,
Or Mary had a little lamb.
I’ll get any tune out of you,
From the maestro that I am.

Playing my piano, tickling the keys,
Bobbing my head to the bedroom beats.
This was our private session,
To create a sonata in the sheets.