Their senses strung, finely tuned instrument,
Two lovers entwined, forever
Drowned in the orchestra of their pleasure,
His tongue tasting her pulse, tracing the contours of her body,
Their eyes searching the soul
As their fingers play velvety notes
Allowing the music to unfold,
Your touch teasing her skin,
Building a crescendo of pure delight,
Hearing the rhythm, their bodies moving
As one, a melodious sight,
Her perfume, her baton, intoxicating aroma,
Conducting him to perform his Opus of love.
Their senses, a score of intense pleasure,
A harmonious climax, the music of love played together.
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Author:
sue.evans (
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- Comment from author about the poem: i wrote this poem for a poetry competition -(not a recent composition)- however it was not entered because they said it was not the kind of content they encouraged. I disagree - obviously😂 This is one of my favourite poems - trying to portray the all consuming love within a relationship. I love the use of the language of music. Perhaps you good people will appreciate it!!!
- Category: Love
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Comments8
Thank you😊
Very good passionate write.
Thank you
A lovely expression of Creator's great gift to man! Unfortunate that in this puritanical society it would offend anyone. Well done, Sue!
Thank you😊
I don't know what kind of competition that was, but I do know that they missed out on something beautiful. Love your last line!
Thank you
Ooh I like this one. ❤️ Lots of favourites being added thanks Sue
You are welcome glad you are enjoying them. This is one if my favourites too!
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