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Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Wash Over Me

I'd like to be loved
like the jazz
playing
on my radio
sweet and low

A soothing melody
played by a sensuous
tenor saxophone
caressing sweet
piano tones

Becoming a waterfall
of fluid notes
High   Low
Lingering
Languishing

I want to take
my clothes off
and lay in
the music
Letting it make Love
To me

pattra burnetto monroe july 2011

2 comments:

wildmonky said...

This is very sensual but not vulgar which I always appreciate in a poem about this subject. I always go for the literary but vulgar style myself :P

A note from Pattra said...

Thank you very much, Wildmonkey... weren't you one of the monkeys that use to jump on the bed even when mama said, "no more monkeys jumping on the bed!" xoox