“Serenade”

“Serenade”©2004

To serenade is to seduce with one’s voice;
To seduce is to invite the mate of your choice.
His lyrics were the voice of his serenade,
His serenade was the invitation he made.
His lips were slow and I was enchanted,
Admired by mystery; his presence was magic.
His fingers massaged the keys on the piano,
He whispered his notes; bass, alto, soprano.
His body glided as he moved with the beat,
His serenade was enticing as he thumped his feet.
His hair; bounced as his body waked,
he looked at me and my soul shaked.
Addicting to hear what line sang next;
An orgasm of music without having sex.
His cheeks were blossomed as his words bloomed,
I was dreaming; or so I assumed.
His eyes closed and awoke to lock with mine;
I was in awe; like seeing for the very first time.

My ears were virgins; and I was seduced,
By the serenade his body produced.
His words were his own; a song he had written;
My mouth sore; my lip had been bitten.
His lips shined, between revival from his tongue,
I leaned on the piano, my heart was hung.
His voice was lifted unto the chandelier
Intriguingly conversating and romancing my ear.
It felt like a passionate escapade;
I was the star of his serenade.
He leaned back and his mustache prepared,
For the lyrics as he sat and I stared.
Envying the stool; he rested his thigh,
I was amazed and wanted to cry.

He bellowed and wooed, I smiled with disbelief,
He was a beautiful man with a piano beneath.
The piano played and he filled his lungs,
Words produced by no other tongues.
His hands glided like skating on ice,
Awe, amaze, mystery, entice.
The keys of black and white,
Danced profoundly on the frosty night.
He was the star; that played the piano,
He whispered to me in bass, alto, soprano.

To serenade is to seduce with one’s voice,
To seduce is to invite the mate of your choice.
His lyrics were the voice of his serenade,
His serenade was the invitation he made.
His lips were slow and I was enchanted,
Admired by mystery, his presence was magic.
I was the diamond, shined out of a jade,
I fell for him, during the serenade.

One thought on ““Serenade”

  1. One Sag’s to another how I miss a sweet serenade…to bad most these girls can’t sing…like the one I used to know…before she took off all her cloths…lol

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