This is not the original version.This version has slight edits from "... music kiss me to sleep" to "I let his music caress me gently to sleep"
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His fingers danced across the black and white keys,
each step like music's heaven emitting harmonic sounds
that deflate the tensions so thick in my neck.
Yet, his fingers always finish by playing my spine
and giving my soul a good tickle.
Then saying my prayers,
I let his music caress me
gently to sleep.
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
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Written on 2026-08-15 at 16:49
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Tickle
Author's Note: This is my partner in life.We celebrate 45 years of life together from that day on a doorstep where we first met. He is the love of my life.🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
His fingers danced across the black and white keys,
each step like music's heaven emitting harmonic sounds
that deflate the tensions so thick in my neck.
Yet, his fingers always finish by playing my spine
and giving my soul a good tickle.
Then saying my prayers,
I let his music caress me
gently to sleep.
Poetry by Clara Mae Gregory
Read 14 times
Written on 2026-08-15 at 16:49
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