Slide your finger tips
across my strings
slip, slide down
into the sacrificial sanctuary
of my senses
I'm tuned in
to the strumming
- of my sexuality
it's strength is beating
competing
with the pounding
of my fool's heart
on all sides of this instrument
and you can create
and play
slow -steady-chords
that leave your fingers
itching and twitching
for more
more of my skin
beneath their callused tips
or do you go for
fast heady sessions
that leave you bruised
and begging, begging for me
and squeeze
tighter
and hold onto your insides
but please, oh please
let your senses lead
the ride
and work this carnal composition
until your satisfied.
and finished.
Anything that feeds the desire and heightens the senses will enhance the discovery and experimentation, satisfying every wanting and fulfilling the dreams and fantasies of heart and mind.
ReplyDeleteI have enjoyed your poetry my friend, keep up the great work.
Andro
Thank you very much. It has taken a long time for me to be comfortable throwing it out into the world.
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