Nimble fingers fervently caressed
the ivory keys, like angel kisses,
and I wished, for that moment, to
be the instrument of his desire,
and for him to make my heart sing
melodious harmonies, as he played
my sweet symphony into the night.
I longed for him to arouse in me
the same beauty as when the pianist
becomes one with the magic of song.
Author notes
Pic-inspired, for Aurielle's contest.
In a list
A contest entry
- QUICKIEEEEEE: How he plays by Aurielle.
300 points, ended January 23, 2008, 7 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow, this is beautiful! Congratulations on the gold, you deserved it! Great poem. =)
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Sweet and romantic! Congrats. on the Gold!
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Wonderful, very romantic... Congratulations on the gold!
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very very sexy and the most sincere of the others sincerly lust
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