He Plays Guitar

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




◄ Leaves

The Thinker and The Drinker ►


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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

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Fred Nicholson

Sun 27th Oct 2019 22:43

Slowly rising sensual, yes yes yes, blessings abound.

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Lisa C Bassignani

Sat 26th Oct 2019 19:49

I made a slight change.

Thanks to all.

Been out of it for a while, good to be back.

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branwell kent

Sat 26th Oct 2019 18:44

great poem.

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John Marks

Sat 26th Oct 2019 18:03

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."

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kJ Walker

Sat 26th Oct 2019 16:47

Beautiful. If it wasn't for the title I wouldn't have known what it was about. 🎸

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Sat 26th Oct 2019 16:42

Lovely Lisa. 💖

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