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Monday, May 22, 2017

Better Than Music

Blood pumps
through
my veins,
loud and strong.

Breaths come
shallow, ravenous
in heady
anticipation.

The gentle
slurp and kiss
of tongue and lips
on the skin
of a lover.

This lubricated
piston,
finding home
repeatedly.

These are
the only sounds
better than music.

[Written for Dverse - Quadrilles with Sound]

17 comments:

  1. or perhaps the sounds of a different kind of music?

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  2. Love it. Especially that third stanza.

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  3. Uh, wow! Those third and fourth stanzas especially . . .

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  4. Oh my! Well done :)

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  5. Hot stuff, tis cacophony of coitus..I do have a distant memory of it now that you have hummed a few bars.

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  6. Very sensual quadrille.

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  7. You really know how to write erotica, Buddah. I love how Glenn expressed it. Right on.

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  8. Oh yes, that is the best music...

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  9. Ha, the tune plays faintly, back in the dim corners of yesteryear, lol. Love Glenn's comment!

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  10. I've often thought of it as a homecoming too:)

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  11. This is incredibly sensuous!!

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  12. HOT with a build up that climaxes in the 4th stanza. Well described.

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  13. Pretty loud in here. :)

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  14. This poem awakens all the senses!

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  15. It's been a long time since we've been allowed to be noisy - the kids would kill us :)

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  16. Gayle Walters Rose8:57 PM

    Oh yeah, way better than music! Loved this!

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