Collin Dupré II: Pleasure Break
These strings on my fingers/flow in pure ecstasy/an ambrosia which caresses my body/ mind, heart, and soul.
It tastes as sweet as strawberries/ warm and bursting in your mouth/ succulent juices which coat your lips/ ever more pleasurable to lap up.
Delightful vibrations play their way skywards/ strumming through my perception/ enveloping my world with their touch/ and closing my senses to the reality without.
Piece by piece it falls into place/ a puzzle which makes me complete/ I resonate with the tune of the spheres/ unsympathetic with the dirge of ashes.
Something’s outside/ I hear a growl, and a crash/ a servant’s cry/ The music stops.
The power leaves my body/ draining it of life/ an offering to the song/ which consumed my frame.
I set the lute against the bed/ and go to dress./ The guards can check the disturbance/ and inform me at supper.
