With every passing of one romance, there is a longing for a new pleasure. To find a physical connection. Albeit one can always retain a powerful sexual and passionate connection with a previous lover though no real outlet is entertained. This poem lives between those to worlds where old lust
and new lust meet.
The instruments wielded
Melody...
Of no particular order
no cohesive form.
Whisper excitement
Ever so gently
across my lobes.
Anticipation for the melodic orgy
That is to consume our minds,
ensnare our bodies
How my torso revels
at the smile encased in porcelain
Your lobes
Ever so eager for the attention.
Vibrating
to the unorganized orchestration.
I smile, as smiles before call forth
unexpected joy.
That these earthly sounds
may pose upon our souls.
The instruments...
Their tunes blending...
We absorbing.
Taking each note,
with Sensual care.
Leaving nothing unrewarded.
Lest we neglect our moment,
To smile in concert.
N.Pablito
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