Play Me She Said

Play Me She Said …

She always felt,

like a fine-tuned instrument,

as they playfully,

came together –

melting into the heat of passion.

Like guitar strings,

he’d strum her body

and in return somewhere,

far off she could hear –

the sounds of a piano tinkling.

If  their lovemaking,

was slow and gentle,

perhaps the music –

of a violin weeping in joy.

Play me she would say,

whenever she wanted his love,

together they made,

music so fine,

that they were never sated

and composed far into the night.

When finally they came together,

in a loud crescendo,

this resounded

and echoed –

long after they lay still.

It always seemed,

that before the dawn,

had broken,

before the sun’s rays,

came over the horizon,

breaking the dark of night,

that she would wake,

with a pounding heart,

wanting him all over again,

wanting him to play her

and again it would begin.

Until a full orchestra,

seemed to be playing,

but her favorite,

always was the guitar,

which he knew,

how to strum so fine,

gently and slowly,

until passion flared again.

It was what she loved best

and over and over again,

she wanted him to play her

and take her far –

far from reality.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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