Courtesy of Deandrawilliams.blogspot.com
When I close my eyes and dream,
Indulge my fantasy…
I look across a smoke filled room
And find your gaze on me.
The sensual moan of saxophone,
Ignites a fire within.
Your fingers kiss the ivory
Like magic on my skin.
The malted whiskey in your voice
Croons out a siren’s call
Bathes my soul in passion
Heart stutters, trips…
The fall.
You weave your spell of sweet intent
Seduction on your lips,
Words that pull me to your arms
And gently sway my hips.
Upon a hardened bed of wood
You slowly lay me down,
Remove all my defenses
Just like my evening gown.
With gentle ache of bittersweet
My mirage fades away,
Leaving me alone, again
To dream another day.
theinnerwildkat 
Gorgeous Kitt!
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Thanks, LJ!
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Beautiful. Was it inspired by Miss Saigon? That was a gorgeous musical. 🙂
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It wasn’t…but I found the music choice suited the writing. It was actually inspired by the weather last night and this morning. The fog last night was so deep that horror stories could have been written (and a scene came into my head…and is working it’s way into my iPad.) The fog had somewhat lifted by the time I went to walk my dogs this morning, but it brought to mind the fantasy of that dark, seductive man walking out of the fog of my fantasies…you know what I mean? So the poem wrote itself into this dreamy fantasy sequence…. 🙂
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That was beautiful, such a lovely vision.
Thank you for sharing this desire.
Always
Benjamin
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Thank you, Benjamin! I hope the poet and artist in you were able to merge together to enjoy some of the verbal imagery I tried to create. 🙂
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I was a bar tender at the exact place you described,22 years ago. You painted a wonderful picture, I could smell the smoke and taste the scotch. Feel the passion t’was beautiful.
B.
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Fabulous…(this one was filled with double entendre if you looked carefully) 😀
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I love how it reads backwards, such talent!!
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Aww! Thanks.
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This lovely piece calls to mind Cara McKenna’s Backwoods and Shivaree. Sensual, musical, full of character.
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Read Backwoods, not yet Shivaree. Thank you for the huge compliment!
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Music and words …go together like a horse and carriage 🙂
lovely Kitt well done.
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Thanks!
And here I though it was love and marriage that went together that way!
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just a teensy weensy bit of both me reckons 🙂
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Quite right! 🙂
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I’ve missed your poetry. The images you conjured are beautiful and heartfelt. Truly lovely, Kitt.
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Thanks, Mae!
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i really like charice she has an amazing voice
great site regards Mark
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Thanks. I think she’s pretty great, too.
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Wow, I wish I could write poetry like that. It paints such a clear picture, really beautiful. I like this part the best:
The sensual moan of saxophone,
Ignites a fire within.
Your fingers kiss the ivory
Like magic on my skin.
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Thank you! That’s one of my favorite verses as well. I appreciate you stopping by and commenting.
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Thank you! That’s one of my favorite verses as well. I appreciate you stopping by and commenting.
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Dropping in from Suzie’s party. Very nice site. For a minute, while reading this poem, I thought we were headed for a XXX rating but the ending was a great surprise. Beautifully written.
Paul
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Well, thank you! I won’t pull your leg and tell you I haven’t gone there…but this poem was screaming for something different. Where the muse leads, I follow. 🙂 Enjoyed your stuff, too, by the way…
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Nice – keep up the god work.
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Thanks, Sheri!
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This is a feast for all the senses
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Thank you! High praise coming from you… 🙂
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