Beethoven’s Violins

The sound comes in gently,
With the hope of something more aggressive.
You are those violins,
Beethoven’s violins.

My hand slowly moves across your bare stomach,
Your smooth flesh crying out,
To be caressed.
Like the bow across the string,
The string of violins,
Beethoven’s violins.

My hand feels your hourglass shape,
Like that of a violin.
Your smooth neck,
Slowly moving my hand over the smooth, supple skin,
You shudder at my fingertips,
Giving out the short sensuous sounds of excitement,
As I move down ever so gently,
Down from your shoulders,
To your breasts,
The air fills with the sound of violins,
Beethoven’s violins.

The orchestra begins its lustful flight,
Beethoven’s storm begins,
Down your stomach,
As my hands still work the magical bow,
My mouth begins the descent of the strings.
The soothing sounds,
Of Beethoven’s violins.

Tension is felt throughout your body.
The feeling of ecstasy is building.
It builds until you can take no more,
But you don’t stop,
You slow your pace,
To go even higher,
The roller coaster crashing of violins.
Beethoven’s violins.

The lift this time is becoming stronger,
It takes you to forbidden passion
Those exploding violins of Beethoven,
Force the steaming streams of lava flowing,
The immense power of the violins emanate throughout.
With nothing left undisturbed,
And all sensations felt,
The heavy, crashing, pounding sounds,
Beethoven’s violins.

The peak of every screaming note,
Bringing us still to heights of divine emotion,
But then sharply,
It stops,
Without warning,
Bringing the sounds of relaxation,
And the feeling of utter fulfilment,
Eventually going silent,
But never fading,
Those exquisite sounds,
Of Beethoven’s violins.