Cello

A sensual poem

artwork by author

My contoured form sat between
your lengthy splayed thighs
Chin nuzzled and hand
firm at my neck
A wandering finger seeks out
the moisture on a scrolled lip

Looking to strike the right chord
you twist my pegs
Sweeping strokes
drawing and pulling the bow
over my taut exposed nerves

The sound of woman’s sorrow
and unleashing passion
howls through the F-holes
as your fingers press and pluck

Intensity building and rising towards
the shuddering climax
No conclusion
just a gentle fall
into
a
tender
reprise…