- Erotic Poetry
- Hemidemisemiquaver
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"Hemidemisemiquaver,"
She knows I am doing her a favor,
With quick breaths of passionate labor,
Forte--Forte
"Breve,"
She slows to catch her wind,
And to give his instrument a rest,
Gusto--Gusto
"Demisemiquaver,"
We start again in slower cadence,
She in all her radiance,
Legato—Legato.
"Crotchet,"
Her young body making music,
Of its own accord,
Maestoso—Maestoso.
"Quaver,"
Her voice tries to sing,
With words unintelligible ring
De Capo—De Capo.
"Vibrato,"
Gooseflesh rises to her body's surprise,
As her song shivering to me in crescendos cry.
Fortissimo—Fortissimo.
"Hemidemisemiquaver,"
She is doing me a favor,
She all satisfied,
Istesso tempo--Istesso tempo.
"Bravo--Bravo!"
We both pant,
In descant,
Dolce—Dolce.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 5 years agoI have read his poems at least a dozen times... it is only fair that I should give him a five star baby baby baby
Anonymousover 12 years agoI am a music major at the big W, and you put a smile on my face Mr Iqespresso. I don't know how well our football team will do this year but, there is always music.
Anonymousabout 14 years agoAn old man with talent that plays a young violin, sweet-sweet music you make with rhythm of poetry, just isn't fair. Your girls at WWU
