Satriani's on the 'phones again,
and my eyes fall closed-
you don't know it, but this
is our song.

In the darkness I've created,
his fingers dance across the frets
and yours dance up the inside
of my leg-
a perfect rhythm of sound
and movement,
reaching for a final crescendo-
and my heart is racing to catch up.

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