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It's Always the Drummer

He beats on the drum The vibrations thrill It makes me succumb He goes for the kill He sways as he plays and beat after beat puts me in a daze He brings on the heat My body's in time to his every move We are so in sync This is a great groove My eyes are transfixed to him in the band Drumsticks are flying in capable hands His eyes are shut tight Lips? Slightly parted Oh, how will he know... what he has started? Thumping and thrashing his instrument quakes Just like my body~~~ that quivers~~and~~shakes I squirm in my seat, wipe sweat from my brow I get up and dance... the moment is NOW!!! Oh glory, oh me! He opens his eyes They fixate on me can't hide his surprise My fire consumes Drum beat entrances I want him so bad! What are my chances? His eyes fix on me That look takes me in I'm know what it means Tonight is a win! The beat, it dies down He talks to the band Comes down from the stage takes me by the hand He pulls me to him, both dripping in sweat We go on back stage Make music? You BET! Eileen Ghali

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 12/5/2024 5:58:00 AM

The power of the rhythm is palpable. You brought the heat with this passionate prose.

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 8/22/2024 4:25:00 PM

Hello Eilleen Mannassian, That was quite a dance yoiu both had. Love at first sight? i wonder. Hugs. /Darlene/

Daniel Henry Rodgers

Date: 8/13/2024 6:43:00 AM

Dear Eileen, I loved your musical poem that artistically shows the grows as you progress into greater intimacy. So well written and each verse kept me looking forward to the end. - Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 8/13/2024 1:19:00 AM

Playing drums can bring a sort of irresistible feeling of love. Great rhythm.

Paul Callus

Date: 8/10/2024 4:32:00 AM

Oh wow...this poem is delivered in irresistible rhythmic beat to which one can so easily succumb, Eileen! I love the buildup...and the backstage innuendo. [had a drum set at home, but drove everyone crazy!] Hugs // paul

Eileen Manassian
Date: 8/11/2024 2:59:00 AM

Yes. Thanks for thr affirmation. I'm glad the beat was irresistible. One can always imagine. You should have kept at the drums. It could have been you in the poem.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 8/9/2024 1:22:00 PM

... an evening that will not soon be forgotten ... lovely, Eileen :) - hugs

Eileen Manassian
Date: 8/11/2024 2:56:00 AM

Not in my imagination, at least. Thanks for dropping by, dear. Big hugs

Paige Hind

Date: 8/9/2024 12:34:00 PM

This is sooo sweet. I never thought much of drummers until now! Loved your poem-

Eileen Manassian
Date: 8/11/2024 2:55:00 AM

Better rethink it, then. I follow an amazing drummer on Instagram. Check him out. His name is....Emily Vergazov.

Tom Cunningham

Date: 8/9/2024 10:48:00 AM

Sounds like you had a night to remember Eileen. Hope you have a lovely weekend with or without the drummer. Tom

Eileen Manassian
Date: 8/11/2024 2:25:00 AM

Fictional write, of course. I shared it with a student who was a drummer. I thought I had posted it here years ago, but apparently not. I'm glad he'd kept a copy. Thanks for passing by.

Lin Lane

Date: 8/9/2024 9:19:00 AM

So, for you it's always the drummer. For me, it was always the lead guitarist, and more points if he was the singer. Fantasies! So, I married a piano player. ;-)

Eileen Manassian
Date: 8/11/2024 2:22:00 AM

Vocalists and guitarists are great too. For me...my eyes always gravitate to the drummer in the band. The beat... the beat gives life. Great that you married a piano player. All the best!