Benjamin Posted December 30, 2010 Share Posted December 30, 2010 (edited) From the darkened corner where she stands; He draws her curves into a gentle sigh And sets her down upon his pulsing thigh. Her slender neck accepts his touching hand Responding, with a resonating tone. For countless times her willing serenade, With eager callused fingertips he's played; To make her whisper, cry and moan. And with crescendos growing ever loud: To replicate the concerts of their days, They rain a passion, on the eager crowd Of voyeurs; who peer up through spot-lit haze Until he stands---with her, limp at his side, Acknowledging a most compliant bride. Edited December 31, 2010 by Benjamin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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