Sonata is an erotic musical form |
Sonata As a masterpiece Shaped as woman Her emotions moving Fleetingly, musically Across her canvas Arrested Desire In breaths Light and short Rising chest, bosom And pink flushed fires Fluttering lashes Against comely creamy pink cheeks Mouth parted enticingly Whetted by desire's Appetite Pink point tongue Across protruded lower lip Desire flows through her With each breath Deepening, opening, engaging Readiness to play sonata form Across lust's musical beat Melodic, brilliant sonata Sensual loving form One to one. Andante Espressivo Daintily in movement Fine, measured in Even tempo The dance begins. Each step forward from 'him' Meets with 'her' retreat As an echo lingered More sweetly Expressively mimicking Motion's movements Desire's dance In tempo. Promising not yet concluding Softly drawing, enticing With sweet touch Honey kiss Soft not pressured Fleeting Until she is ready to Meet more evenly The 'He' rhythm To capture and proceed 'He' must patient be. Con gracioso{/b] Grave sweet grace! Each movement More enticing More revealing More surely responding Until such gracious Response quickens with.... Delight And time moves Both forward. Allegretto A faster pace A quickened breath Muscles taut Desire fired over Bellylines Urgently pulling Yet not so fast As to overwhelm Scattered kisses touches across Heightened skin-awareness Breaths, sighs, moans Building sweetly. Duetto Now two both Equally at play Moving forward Touch for touch Release let go Begin again Hand to body Body to finger Entwined..... Who's who - unsure As bodies embrace Lips together Tongues duelling Heart's rapier beat As one Duetto preparing for One ness Singing in harmony One supporting the other. Con Forte Molto More More passione More urgency More Molto Need, desire Insistence Focused forward Pushing realms Climbing mountains Devouring flesh upon flesh Heated, Bold Both More Necessary to each other's Pleasure than before. Rhythmic journey Destination agreed Timing now Are both ready? Needs.... More. Fortissimo Too late Two think Too sure Two know Too certain Two stop Too wonderful Two resist Too, two Now one. Punto Rising, climbing And momentarily Stopping. Still in freefall A momentary Pause of drowned delight Impossible to express In more than Incomprehensible sounds Wrung from depths Of breath, of heart Stop. Punto. Indrawn breath of delight. Lento Slow, bodiless Fall with grace Mountain climbed Conquered and released Floating Ethers of sensation Fragmented knowing Body's pleasure Slowly releasing Sweet endorphins Timeless moments strung together Slowly returning Slowly feeling normal Slowly extremes balanced Slowly, slowly, slowly Lento...... |