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Maestro
I'm symphony in your hands
fingers soft-playing my spinal keys ebony and ivory
it's black and white tonight and every other night
stoking with soft-sound stroking with tremolo touch
the sighing notes in my throat starting to float
scarlet-slicked bow flickering on sensitive string
skin against skin against satin-sleek sheets
sinuous sprawl of notes against musical sheets
turning on tuning in unison cadence cascading
waterfalls of whispered words moistening spilling rills
trilling thrills up and down my spine and the keys
warming up quavers quivering tempo quickening
as you play me yes again and again yes breathless
over and over yes never-ending yes never stop
running your fingers up and down adagio to accelerando
glistening glissando opening me to tremulous melody
the pulse and the rhythm moving over me under me
on top of me conducting overtures
till you're symphony inside me
Copyright ©
Charlotte Puddifoot
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