G-Minor

Her lips upon my oboe gave way for a soprano moan and ecstatic treble,accompanied by body's tremble.Tonight she was the maestroand we turned silence into a symphony between the sheets.My lips found her favorite note. G-minor.I played her center with my mouth,laid her to b-flat, her cry was major,we both called out with thanks to our savior.God! Yes, God! Oh, Goddess!Our courtship transitioned to a state of worship.Two temples joined together prayer,melodically perfect. Ricardo Hanley Jr. Photography: Marvin Meyer