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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, February 9, 2015

Play

I watch your hands
as you strum the guitar
Imagine how your fingers
would feel against my skin
I want you
to run arpeggios up and down my spine
Stroke me
Press your fingertips here
and there
Coaxing
chords of pleasure
Make me moan with
your music.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Sunday Mini Challenge, Carilda Olivar Labra







7 comments:

Mama Zen said...

Mercy!

Grace said...

Goodness, now I am blushing, smiles ~

Love it when music and love go together ~

Thanks for joining in LM and wishing you happy week ~

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wowzers! This sizzles.

Margaret said...

I bet that gets a standing ovation. 😉

Björn Rudberg said...

That's music... arpeggios and fingertips...

Poet Laundry said...

Saucy!

my heart's love songs said...

is it hot in here?