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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.

Date: 1/14/2017 5:04:00 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
Date: 9/3/2017 12:04:00 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
Date: 1/23/2017 1:03:00 AM

Fixated!!!

Jannie Breedt
Date: 1/23/2017 12:55:00 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 Jennings

Date: 1/14/2017 3:08:00 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
Date: 1/23/2017 1:01:00 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