The Instrument


She screamed “Don’t!”
just before
the uncontrollable moan
escaped from the depths
of her desires
“Don’t stop . . . please don’t stop”

She was like an instrument
and I
the musician
gently biting her inner thigh
as she moved
to the rhythm of each
soft
gentle
toying
kiss

The heat of her passion
was as warm
as the candle’s
flickering flame
as our moving shadows
danced with midnight’s light
entwined so that they resembled one soul

As I travelled the distance
of her stomach
to her breast
to her neck
and to her lips
she held me
as if I was
her breath
her beating heart
she held me as I was more than
just her lover

Our bodies began
to mimic the shadows
that decorated the room
rhythmically
moving
as fluidly as the ocean’s waves just before the storm
slowly
before gradually intensifying
as the winds of passion
brings the elegance of the storm’s fury
until
we are drenched
in silence
shivering
from the cool air
that has washed over our souls

mig.. truly you have a very stirring piece here. WOW! I have lost my spark of late until seeing and feeling this... you are indeed "the master" of inspiration...

Athena you and these other wonderful poets/authors truly inspire me. Thank you very very much for the kind words and inspiration

Bravo!

I feel like I need a cigar.

...and i..need a coffee...mig25.,how could you!..do you really have to rub it in?..i mean ive been "without" for quite some time now and it's fine really..then you go and post something like this...arrgghh!..(fyi, it's winter and raining here..you get the picture?)
I love this, mig25, you cut through me with this and made me realize that loving is really beautiful....kudos!

Hot write.....

mig25...i like,& i like the title.

Wish I had found this before I went to bed last night...

nice writing! Keep up the great work!

i'm jealous, great work. my advice is to somehow work your phone number into the poem.

Wow . . . I'm loving the responses I've received for this piece. It's nice and you know Kaleijoscope, I can imagine the cold rain slowly falling onto the souls of lovers as their bodies bring forth the warmth of a thousand suns. Hmm, I may have to write another poem like this one now