The Symphony of Us (with audio)

Fantasy Friday Poem #10

DISCLAIMER: This is a sensual poem.

 

 

 

The Symphony of Us

Maestro, my Maestro–

Come.

Take

over

me.

It is time to begin

our lustful

symphony.

Let us ensemble tonight

with a tap

of your baton

<no need to remind me twice>

I’ve come to play along.

As I lift

my strings of sensuality,

watch my chest rise

as I realize

you’re ready for me.

Lightly I’ll let

the bow of me

graze

your body

as I whisper:

“Adagio, Adagio”

Kiss me

in that tempo.

Start slowly

and build

our wicked crescendo.

We’ll reach an orgasmic allegro

at the height of our song.

So take

your staccato tongue

and run

it up and down

my naked body.

I’ll make sure your baton

keeps tapping to the beat

as we play along.

Maestro, my Maestro—

when the cadence

of your licking is over

refrain from taking

too long of a rest.

Your fine tuning

has progressed

my instrument

into a frantic frenzy.

Remember that allegro?

It’s as close as ever.

Before we reach

the top of our song

pound the chorus away

reminding me

you’re the Maestro

and I’m just here to play.

I’ll take that baton

and quicken our tempo

as I wrap my legs around you

<to remind you>

Maestros get to play, too.

Maestro, my Maestro—

pluck my strings

until they sing

in our glorious harmony.

Give me every last drop

of your sweet melody

and I’ll give you

every

last

note

in our lustful symphony.

I’ll gasp and moan in tempo:

“Allegro, Allegro”

as the crest of our song

rings

deep inside of me.

Singing and singing

I’ll bring out

the baritone

begging

to

croon

tunes

out

of you.

And in a clash,

a bang,

we sang, we sang.

Oh my Maestro, how we sang.

“Pianissimo, Pianissimo”

Finish me off

in that tempo.

Maestro, my Maestro–

Oh my Maestro,

I’ll make music with you any day.

Just tap your baton

and I’ll come play along.

“Encore, Encore”

Are you ready for more?