Catlike, her fingers stalk the keys;
Für Elise from memory.
Con espressione, indeed
her masterful cadenza.
Momentarily, she pauses.
Time to make my move, enquire
maybe she’d like some wine.
A melodious Irish lilt precedes
her mellifluous Moonlight Sonata.
I pour our drinks. Place hers
on the Steinway baby-grand.
Burgundy and black lace,
a heady combination.
“Well, thank you,” she says.
“Nice hotel, this. Such
appreciative clientele.”
I bid her, “Do sit down.”
Pat the cushion beside me.
And so she does, smoothes
her dress, lights a cigarette.
It smoulders in the ashtray
crimson traced.
She touches my hand – bids
me undress her.
Politely I oblige,
slip them off, inch on inch,
those delicious cocktail gloves
made from black Breton lace.
Comments
Bradene | November 10, 2008 - 13:09
Mmm very erotic. Nice Tina. Love Val x
Nathan Bednarek | November 10, 2008 - 15:14
This is so so so good. I agree with Val, the erotic mood of this piece works just great. Well done.
Nathan.
MistakenMagic | November 10, 2008 - 19:55
'Catlike, her fingers stalk the keys;
Für Elise from memory.' - These lines were delicious! A simply divine poem Tina :)
Magic xxx
Silver Spun Sand | November 10, 2008 - 23:31
Nathan - thank you. I had great 'fun' writing this poem. The piano is one of my passions and I have always dreamed of playing in the Ritz or maybe the Dorchester. In my dreams, perhaps.
Tina:-)
Silver Spun Sand | November 10, 2008 - 23:34
Magic - strange you should choose these lines. I had to study this piece for my grade 4 (or was it grade 5?) piano exam. It has always remained a 'family favourite'.
Pleased you liked it.
:-) Tina xxx
jennifer | November 11, 2008 - 15:51
Magic picked out THE line, yes!
Sexy as hell...reminiscent of the piano scene from Pretty Woman!
Phew!