W ith the heft and smooth sheen
of the beautiful sculpted body
caressed lovingly
between her nubile legs
her excitement stirs
her anticipation grows
eager and confident
she lays tingling hands upon it
engaging the sure strength
of her lithe knowing essence
and the firm deft touch
of her pristine fingers
the brilliant young cellist
ignites the dance
strong slender legs
carry firm yearning bodies
perfumed and cologne’d
around and across
the crowded dance floor
pulses alive
budding passion
craving — yet hesitant
swept up in innocent bliss
the waltz of youth
rising and falling
to the rich give and take
of the cellist’s bow
she lifts the energy
coaxing the passion
of the beautiful dance
with her nimble sway
and precision movements
delicately she envisions
the flowing notes
lovely face
in rhythmic expression
eyes sometimes closed
she dreams the music
wholly consumed
by the seductive strains
the enlivened dancers
sweep round and round
bodies a’glisten
in smoldered embrace
bathed in the chandelier’s
golden glow
further fired by stolen kisses
and breathy whispers
of promised love
and naive forevers
dawning lives
in the tender grasp
of blooming desire
and the velvet touch
of mad magical
magnificent music
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rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: Sunday Muse
