The Nightingale Burning
"The Nightingale Burning"
I pluck the Silver chords
of your mind, sharp
talons of Phoenix
becomes a Nightingale
too slow to kiss
wet lips are burning
melting moist
from the fire that calls
Magic molds you
closer to my body
I press my ears
to hear the pulling
of your heart strings
These are the things
that passion stirs
firmly planted
between Her seated
third person
swollen satin thighs
Music marks
the spot where
sighs steal
slender fingers
to leave their touch
walking towards you
out from the
tight chords release
felt unleashed
from sensual touch
of fingertips, dreams
unseen as braille
another language
spent unraveling
secrets as a burning
Nightingale to
mute Harlequin
from the
Dark
Immensities
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Valérie Milot, harpe/harp - Smetana - Má Vlast : Vltava (Moldau)
https://youtu.be/jCy22w4r8yk
"Sweet Thang" / Shuggie Otis
https://youtu.be/oR1nf9NUlpY
;)
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