Resonance (poetedge's poem)

[arielsgoddess]

He waits there with a cradling hug of his guitar
This lover that she fantasizes herself as having
Her curves replacing the long arcs up against him
Her nipples brushing the fine hairs of his forearm
As his abdomen presses firmly against her back
Every ripple sings her name through the soft T-shirt
She stares intently savoring his every movement
His beauty shadowing the wooden form he holds
His lover streches herself to hang across his lap
Her head lying in the restless crown of his fingers
The varying hum in her voluptuousness growing
The instrument indicating emotions of its master
Her heartbeat increasing with his dancing hands
Strumming the six-stringed sybil so shamelessly
The amplified sounds of it are making her blush
Imagining it was her flesh his fingers moved on
Every pluck fingertips on her ribcage and slaps
Becoming the sharp snap of lace and elastics
Rocking with his rhythm her breath is ragged
His song is not the traffic rushing in her ears
For her mind makes his voice do other things
Until she cannot keep still any longer as she
Wishes that guitar would get out of her way
Before she rushes the stage to seduce him
She hurries to leave before she loses sanity

As the mysterious woman clatters quickly away
Towards the odd silence of the yawning exit sign
The puzzled musician wonders what she came for
As the guitar continues to sing of his loneliness

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[butters]

He waits there with a cradling hug of his guitar
This lover that she fantasizes herself as having
Her curves replacing the long arcs up against him
Her nipples brushing the fine hairs of his forearm
As his abdomen presses firmly against her back
Every ripple sings her name through the soft T-shirt
She stares intently savoring his every movement
His beauty shadowing the wooden form he holds
His lover streches herself to hang across his lap
Her head lying in the restless crown of his fingers
The varying hum in her voluptuousness growing
The instrument indicating emotions of its master
Her heartbeat increasing with his dancing hands
Strumming the six-stringed sybil so shamelessly
The amplified sounds of it are making her blush
Imagining it was her flesh his fingers moved on
Every pluck fingertips on her ribcage and slaps
Becoming the sharp snap of lace and elastics
Rocking with his rhythm her breath is ragged
His song is not the traffic rushing in her ears
For her mind makes his voice do other things
Until she cannot keep still any longer as she
Wishes that guitar would get out of her way
Before she rushes the stage to seduce him
She hurries to leave before she loses sanity

As the mysterious woman clatters quickly away
Towards the odd silence of the yawning exit sign
The puzzled musician wonders what she came for
As the guitar continues to sing of his loneliness

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