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 Sponsored by Gregory Barden