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Yuja......
Scintillating,
she commands the stage
with her soulful presence,
the athletic prowess of a
tall walking feline
Fiercely seductive,
effortlessly sensual
Bluesy like Billie Holiday,
as romantic as Beethoven's
Moonlight Sonata.....
Enigmatic
the sum of all these
alluring parts defy logic
yet they some how
come together,
wise beyond her years,
an intellect to rival my own
and I fear that
she's pulling me inside
her labyrinth,
O time out of mind...
….she caresses
the elegant ivory keys
and she moves me, so damned sensually.
I want to be her instrument,
forever.
This desire, this fire
is so far beyond sexual
It is pure phantasm, lifting me higher...
...as her hands begin to
attack Prokofiev's "Piano Concerto no.3"
her reckless abandon upon the keys
moves me,
I drop to my knees
bowing down to
my quasi-asiatic queen
the way her body,
mind and soul
connect through
finite movement....(I feel her fingertips
upon my skin )
I loose all control
as her legs flow
gracefully from the
thigh-high slit
of her black Givenchey gown,
flowing, black mane
tousled all around
impassioned movements
of her body's svelte frame
abounding the curves
of her Ebony grand piano,
contrasting hues
of her pale, alabaster skin,
she is my porcelain doll
my constant cravings
of her red, wet lips......my deepest sin
....how I want to reduce
her garments and press her
body against the
bamboo textured walls
and
simply
take her breathe away
au degrees of separation
an elegant, aloofness,
an air of aplomb....
....juxtaposed against
her street savvy
her taste as sweet
as Rhianna's kiss,
stirring my arousal,
tightly coming to grip...
.....and she calls me her "Rude Boi"
I just want to dive
deeper,
deeper
into the enigma
“Jiutian Xuannü” …....Mysterious Lady of the Nine Heavens
sensually wrapping your essence
all around my body
casting shadowy reflections of
Radiohead....”you float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special
But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo.
What the hell am I doing here?
I don't belong here. “
tell me what you need Rhianna....
” come here rude boy, boy
Can you get it up
Come here rude boy, boy
Is you big enough
Take it, take it (yeah)
Baby, baby (yeah)
Take it, take it (yeah)
Love me, love me (yeah)”
and feel my Sting love....
”When we dance, angels
will run and hide their wings.
The priest has said my soul's salvation
is in the balance of the angels
And underneath the wheels of passion.
I keep the faith in my fashion.
When we dance.....”
all of these and so much more
Keith Jarrett,
Art Tatum
Miles........
...so many musical phrases
comprise your dynamic style
yet one shall never know
how our kindred souls relate
and intercourse your loneliness
and my longing........
as I listen
in awe of each progressive measure,
it's intensity
growing stronger
gentle Lotus flower,
open your svelte thighs
and beckon me inside
this beautiful duet-
full of fire,
passion and
enchantment
....as her souls climax
is reached,
stretching this
broad rallentando,
so strong;, so deep
faded pianissimo.......stillness,
sleep
Yuja......
[font=Times New Roman]( creative credits to Radiohead, "Creep", Rhianna, "Rude Boy", Sting, "When We Dance" and Beethoven's Piano Sonata 14."Moonlight")
Published 12th Sep 2016
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12th Sep 2016 2:49am
12th Sep 2016 3:48am
Your writes are constantly sensuous in its delivery. I admire your skills.:) MrM.
12th Sep 2016 3:52am
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2nd Nov 2017 4:04pm
As should be the effect if the ink is orchestrated with the human elements in mind. it seems that yours is a beautiful mind. I thank you for the compliment 😊
