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TURN THE KEY- Written with the incomparable _shadoe_ (Koshka)

(A repost)


Danseur noble, awaken  
this music box ballerina  
trapped  
in a figurante's tour lent...  
... light a fire in  
my enamel eyes  
and breathe life into  
my lithe frame  
so i might leave  
my matchbox stage  
to learn the choreography  
of your desires  
 
Caress me in cinquième  
and teach me  
the gentle notes of  
your adagio kiss  
until my hands roam  
in allegro restlessness  
when edged by  
the sweet friction  
of your balançoire embrace  
 
With a wind of the key  
am I driven to madness  
the now tedious tune  
fills me with deep despair  
longing to take hold  
of your outstretched hand  
desperately beckoning me  
to free you from your stagnant pose  
and I wanting to experience you  
in all the positions  
 
From an open window  
a gust of wind slams shut  
your melodious prison  
from behind billowing curtains  
like a phantasmic Giselle  
you leap into my waiting arms  
my pulse races as our skin meets  
pressing my face to your body  
I breathe you in  
while slowly lowering you  
reaching your soft lips  
with no hesitation we kiss  
my eyes wide open  
fearing you may disappear  
 
And i savour  
the affettuoso touch  
of my saviour,  
stirred to allegretto  
passion  
by the rapidly swelling notes...  
... rolling with its ominous tide  
to press, en pointe, into  
your strength and learn  
the lean lines protecting me  
from my anima inferna  
 
Surrendering to  
the sweet ferocity of  
matched demand, i can  
never be come prima  
knowing your bravura  
and how it moves through  
my softest places  
until i sigh an evoe  
of your praise  
 
The trepidatious smile  
of one experiencing freedom  
for the first time  
spreads across your luminous face  
pulling you ever closer  
in your ear  
whispering sotto voce assurances  
while my disquieted inner voice speaks  
is my magnetism strong enough  
to keep you?  
have I not merely constructed  
a larger cage?  
 
To hell with doubt  
we alone occupy the stage  
Eros is our Maître de danse  
our enchaînement by passion driven  
moans of pure ecstasy  
from our lips escape  
as our naked worlds collide  
like a curious child  
I leave none of you untouched  
 
Take me  
through the sensuality  
of our grand pas  
lead me  
to the coda's  
insurmountable crescendo  
leave me  
breathless, quivering  
needing  
more...please turn the key again
...and again...
Written by Gahddess_Worship (Osomajestuoso)
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