Brings a whole new dimension to tickling the ivories…
Thanks!
Dressed in black, her sensual curves
Are a feast to the most discerning eye
That dares to touch her suppleness
With deft hands that can make her cry
Oh! she has a polish that eludes me
For I am no more than a simple man
Daring not to presume that my caress
Could entice anything so grand
There is a power alive in her stillness
Resonating in an unknown part of me
That yearns to hear her whisper:
Come touch me…. and set me free
Keith Allen Scalf
1-19-07
You need to log in to urbis or create an urbis account to review this writing.
Sort Reviews by Newest | Oldest | Highest Quality | Lowest Quality | Newest Comments |
I liked this, but I think you can edit out some words to make it tighter and flow better. Example:
Dressed in black, her sensual curves
Are a feast to the discerning eye
That dares to touch her suppleness
With deft hands to make her cry
doesn’t that sound better?
I think this was a pretty good piece. I think the last stanza you can feel her yearn for his touch.
This poem instantly brings to mind a great pianist approaching the bench before that first note. You can see the intensity of the performance being light and something like Gershwin. Quite a good poem. Thanks for the read!
Showing 1 - 3 of 3
Ratings & Rankings