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Come my Maestro
It is time
For an interlude
Play me
Tinkle the lines of my throat
The soft, ripe, plush
Of my mouth
Like the keys of a piano
Strike a chord within me
And make me feel
Wanton
Your strong fingers caress
Along the curve of my hips
as I arch,
And give myself in
to your manipulations
You
Play
me
Like a fine instrument
Knowing just when to pluck
My strings
You create within me
A perfect concerto
Reaching crescendo
With your ravenous lips
Upon mine
We rise and fall
In rhythm
To the movements
Of your baton
Until the final note
Dies away
Deep within
And after this most brief
intermission
I dare say
It is worth the time
For an encore
Ce n’est pas?
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Raivenne-lations 
hmmm…nice…musically sensual…and def. worth the time for an encore..
Thanks Claudia and agreed – worth the time indeed.
The attraction to this poem for me is that I play a violin–all my life–and in circles of Peep who don’t know, I’ve been erroneously named Maestro. Glad I dropped by for a FUN READ, which flowed well and used words I understand only too well. All as happily expected
Just how brief was that intermission? (Smiles!)
Now Steve a Maestro does not brief and tell! I’m glad my words make sense to those who do know. Thanks.
well, hopefully he has enough of a repetoire to have the encore ready to performs
nano birthing chamber
He wouldn’t be a good Maestro if he did not, no? (: Thanks Z.
oo la la…i like this much…the blend of music and sensuality…it is beautiful…and in the hands of one that knows how to play…beautiful music can be made…smiles.
Oh beautiful music can certainly be made! Thanks Brian,
There is a very nice rhythm to this piece.
Cheers,
Mark Butkus
Thank you Mark.
Git down wit yer bad self! Encore? Wore me out just readin it!
Hahaha! Oh Charles! Thanks.
…ah, how easily we can surrender to those hands who know how to touch our strings… smiles…
Thanks Kelvin. The right touch is everything…
Need to prepare at ones lair, as an encore indeed, will need to take seed.
I concur, yes sir! Thanks
I love the intertwining of music and lovemaking ~ In the hands of a maestro, one can play and produce beautiful notes ~
So very true, Grace. Thank you.
very sensual…I vaguely remember such music being played by a certain maesto…..a long time ago 😉
A long time ago…? Uh huh. LOL! Thanks Katy.
Woooooooooooow
“We rise and fall
In rhythm
To the movements
Of your baton
Until the final note
Dies away
Deep within”
This poem masterfully blends the music and the lovemaking….. man …. all I can say is I am Passion and I endorse this poem! EXCELLENTLY written ❤