longingly, eyes
look on with lust;
the luster
lavished on
the polished violin -
the Stradivarius
as if
hourglass-shaped.
the sigh of sex
upon
the inanimate,
animated
by man.
the shudder, the gulp
of two bonded
in sin - its possession.
the greed, the tingle
of melodic light,
as the bow mambos
a c r o s s the strings.
the instrument
and the violinist,
necking
and naked. she’s
well-preserved,
reserved for the elite.
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