Maestro Please
After the symphony my maestro arrived home
to a candlelight dinner just the two of us alone
still dressed in his tails he was quite debonair
while I was in my lace dress with my long hair,
The flickering light from the candles gave off a soft glow
sitting there eating talking about his orchestrated show
finishing up he walked over to where I sat
pulling me up from my chair as if I were a lithesome cat,
He led me to to the bear skin rug by the fireplace
and unzipped my lace dress with a loving look on his face
with both of our hearts racing we gently embraced
gentle kisses like wishes all over my neck and face,
Such passion I never knew could exist
the heat from the fireplace we never would have missed
hot feverish bodies entwined together on the rug
fitting perfectly together like a hand in a glove,
He played me like his own personal violin
stroking and stoking the smoky fireworks within
the crescendo building till the final climax
when our rigid sweaty bodies finally relaxed…
9-21-17
The Poets Fire
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Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2017
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