كلمات Decamerone

I hear the musics weet tunes that caress my soul music begging for music it woes my soul ...so... it enchants me... ...feeding my hunger but I'm hungry for more ...so much more.. food for the poets thought ink for the thirsty pen lust like the ravaging whore bringing on her final encore show me the notes to the music show me the words I can't find write me a poem that touches me playing this song as you write...