She lies across his knee
He cradles her form, gently yet firmly
Deft fingers finding all the right spots
Cascading up and down her neck and body
Caressing, clutching, fondling
Pausing now and again
Passionate vibrations emanating from their union
Melodic and sublime
The coda, the climax
Breath heavy, a bead of sweat
He puts forth all that he has
Then rests his head on her shoulder and holds her close
2019
Slowly rising sensual, yes yes yes, blessings abound.
I made a slight change.
Thanks to all.
Been out of it for a while, good to be back.
great poem.
Music, poetry, love, sex - how do we disentangle them? Do we need to?
"Music and silence, point and counterpoint; the rhythm and metre of sound brought to measure
Infuses speech, enlivens poetry."
Beautiful. If it wasn't for the title I wouldn't have known what it was about. ?
Lovely Lisa. ?
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Martin Elder
Sat 2nd Nov 2019 22:38
There have been a number of guitarists over the years who have had names for their guitars. I believe Lucille was the name of B.B. Kings guitar.
Nice one Lisa