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Our Music

I have no music stand
to remind me
of the music
you used to play
Its shaft end
too remembered
to be comfortable

So skilled with your
instrumental phallus
so many notes
so many times
I bowed my head
and adored
the senses
of your masterpiece

I could be transported
to touch temporal perfection
I was often laid open
to experimental notes
on frenzied flesh

Playing music
like an enthusiastic
made you cover
my secrets
delicate delicious deluges
practice made symphonies
body mind soul
in complete sympathy

I miss our music
my darling darling
miss the way you
played my sax

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I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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I haven't but should I?

Have only read a was so badly written I just couldn't carry on. This, is certainly erotic, by association. It's not graphic and there's affection , I hope!

Ells x

author comment

wow could have been quoted
for broad minded poets
out to hear ....
here as ,

instrument , lovely phallus....

well I wouldn't mind stones
being flung to shear mine..


and it's erotic flowering. I was uncertain about the repeating of 'so many' and ' adored' - for me, that lost the passionate call of the poem. I felt that there was sadness in this poem too which became lost . I notice it is a rough draft - so the potential must be superb. Hope you work on this one - would love to see it grow.

Jenifer Jaspa James

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