Come my Maestro

.
.
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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dVerse ~ Poets Pub | OpenLinkNight Week 94

21 thoughts on “Come my Maestro

  1. 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!)

  2. 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.

  3. 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 ❤

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