Jannie Breedt Poet Free verse

Watching Her Burn

My left hand
              Stroke the back of her neck
                                 With the other
I finger and play
A writhing figure eight
I nuzzle in the curve of her thigh
My whispered nothing becomes a song
       The rhythm of her body

     . .... begins to vibrate and 
                                ..... resonate..

My breath begins our song
......          Our bodies entwined as one..
Her body light starts to hum
Fingers strumming..... plucking...
Finding the G cleft
               ..... sliding up her frets....

Open my eyes for the applause
Afterwards I take her home
Oh how I love to watch her burn
Oh I love my lady Washburn
Looking through my bedroom window
Sentenced to guitar innuendo

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Freddie Robinson Jr. January 14, 2017 at 5:04 PM Very clever write, Jannie. You had me going for a moment there, pal. Guitar love is still love though. Working them fingers to get a vibratory applause is hard work, dude. Love this poem, it was so sneaky good. Love and joy to you. Patricia Cresswell September 3, 2017 at 12:04 PM You put all your passion into your music and that is expressed delightfully here. The way you use the guitar as a surrogate for a woman emphasis your passion. Patricia Cresswell Jannie Breedt January 23, 2017 at 1:03 AM Fixated!!! Jannie Breedt January 23, 2017 at 12:55 AM Ha Freddie its always nice to hear from you. Lately I ve been so fïicated on my poetry that I have neglected her so.

CayCay Godwin January 14, 2017 at 3:08 PM It just got so hot in here. Good thing I'm happily happy and cared for, I feel sorry for any lonely female bodies when reading this. It pulses with a throb only an experienced man with a gift of writing could work up. Something like that, I may have tripped over some words, but it isn't my fault. What sensual words, even when those words turn one a fool at the end, they still hang as sensual in the air. Am I done yet? CayCay Jannie Breedt January 23, 2017 at 1:01 AM I am digging in the ground with my big toe here. Eating my own words is not so yummy. Thank you Cay Cay. Im outa here

Charlie Smith December 28, 2016 at 10:18 AM No trouble, and well done... Jannie Breedt December 29, 2016 at 4:57 AM Cheers Uncle Charlie

Adeniji Toluwalope Gideon December 26, 2016 at 11:49 PM Jannie, you made me dance without beat. Good poem! Jannie Breedt December 29, 2016 at 4:56 AM Hi Gideon, calm down. Youre the only one dancing. Ha ha. Thanks

Carol B. December 23, 2016 at 7:46 PM Wow! This is so good and I love the erotic edge. A fav. Jannie Breedt December 29, 2016 at 4:54 AM Hey. Carol, thanks for that. I will reciprocate

Connie Marcum Wong December 23, 2016 at 2:07 AM I see your passion lies in music Jannie. I enjoyed this compelling piece! 7 ; ) CayCay Godwin January 14, 2017 at 3:10 PM But only after he has beheaded said chicken. Hey, Connie! I've missed ya. Jannie Breedt December 23, 2016 at 5:50 AM Hi Connie, yes i can pluck a chicken too. Thank you