Fear Not, My Wolf Machine

My body shakes, it makes me music. And I've felt quakes, in the most quaint ways. But I stall me. And I can't have. One. Turn. No. Stop. Am I afraid of escape. I take your note. It's rumored you'd, mislead me. To your room. But it's shiny and warm. Now I know about this. Me. I'll pretend it's all fake. You slide up your skirt and....
Tonight, you have my song.