The maestro
is the pulse
vibrating
within her veins
Long absent of rhythm
a heartbeat
of undefined breadth
shadowed and blurred
She cannot hear
the aching Symphony
swaying before her
Her disjointed melody
breaking
In faltering bursts
of anguished dissonance
Every note
a blackened surrender
of abandoned hope
Each chord
a heart wrenching plea
Beseeching her love
she choked
on discordant strings
of plucked breath
tightening
within her chest
A whispered cadence
of unsteady crescendo
waiting to be played
~
But then
when the maestro comes
draws his bow
over you
slowly
gradually
The discordant sounds
of your heart
become music
that soothes
and revives
Your body
comes alive
as he conjures
sweet melody
from your heart
Each subtle movement
of his hands
his breath
lead you
to a majestic
symphony of sound
and orgasmic bliss
