An Air on a G String

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sun, 09 Aug 2015
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6 comments
 
Bach was to blame
for bringing them together;
struck from the first time
he saw her. His knees 
went totally weak, 
whilst hers hugged
her cello.
 
Her wrists, so lithe,
so deliciously supple,
and those fingers,
plucking the strings
in such peremptory
pizzicato, sent
his spine all a-tingle.
 
The rise and fall
of her breasts, 
in perfect duple-time
had him mesmerised
 
as he envied that whisper
of a dress – caressed
her thighs...and yet,
her ‘Air on a G string’ 
was his real undoing.
Certificate 12
Poem
Silver Spun Sand Poems
Romance

Comments

Submitted by Mark Say on

... read the poem again, and it was even better!

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thanks, Marksmiley

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

A flirtatious poem Tina, when music surely is the food of love.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Thank you, Jenny.  Pleased it pleasedsmiley

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Clever, seductive and so cheeky and funny. I laughed at the end.

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

And if nothing else, dear Bee, to make you laugh, the icing on the cakesmiley

Tina