Passion's Symphony
Your body plays
The sweetest sounds
When you can no longer
Stifle them
And your head flies back
So far in passions grasp
You lose the demure pose
You present to everyone else
For me
And me alone
This voice
This music plays
As love's liquids flow
Down my fingertips
The perfect perfume accompaniment
To the joy in your closing eyes
Your softness twists and turns
As sounds reach a crescendo of
Pleasure
Passion
Love
Gently
Your sounds become
Softer
Softer
Till they are no longer sounds
But the stillness of breath
Waiting for the next symphony
1 comment:
Nicely done! Love the effect of the poetry.
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