Strum my delicate silence,
fingers rush to heighten
my notes, pull them from
my mouth to taste lovely
on the etches of your
soul, your fortune told….
Red flows, willows
to and fro, waters on milky
thighs, a candy confetti…
I listen to breath, windy
against my ear, smile escaping,
as French travels my Southern
delicacies, sipping jasmine….
Poised, I dip in song, tips move
inside the walls of music, saturating,
finding my sweet spot to nibble, drizzling
on mounds of warmth…
Opening, closing, repeat the insatiable
beat…
I become symmetrical as you create a
new ballad on my veins, cords of complete
obedience of my undoing…..
PoeticDarkness 
Ádhamh
A fantastic piece of work. I’ve always enjoyed the comparison of a body to a musical instrument.
angelicdarkness70
Thank you, and a lot of pictures I find inspire my poetry as well.
persoinpoesia2015
“Red flows, willows
to and fro, waters on milky
thighs, a candy confetti”
you are a true wordsmith. no anvil can withstand your precise hammering as your verses bang and echoes with powerful strokes. I think I need to read your entire blog from beginning. May take time lol you’ve been writing for awhile.
Awesome blog btw,
and so far Strum is my fav one…
angelicdarkness70
Thank you again:)