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Alexandra Carr-Malcolm, concerto, crescendo, love, music, passion, poetry, sex, UK poet, violin, Yorkshire poet
You feel it in her gut
she never frets
deep mahogany throat
as you gently squeeze
your fingers around
her long slender neck
lasciviously relishing
her undulating back
feeling her taught
resistance to mastery
drawing back and forth
in self absorbed passion
playing out your fantasy
your will, your thrill
as the concerto peaks
at crescendo
© Crescendo 23.05.2013
by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm
Tailpiece and bridge of violin. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Worldly Winds 
Clever – the nature of sound and just a little bit more; well written (as always).
Aw thanks!! 🙂
Beautifully written! Imagination exploited to a maximum. I would’ve never thought of putting it in that way.
To my opinion… a masterpiece.
*Blush* Wow thanks!! Praise indeed – oh and I’ve no idea where the idea came from 🙂
Well, I wish you to be always as inspired 🙂
Aw thanks – as long as there’s tea and chocolate, I will keep writing!
Splendid imagery! Thank you!
Aw thank you 🙂
I like this very much ~ the wordplay is extraordinary ~ lovely 🙂
Awww thanks – I thought it might be a bit on the risqué side – goodness knows what was going through my mind on this one!! The mind boggles! 🙂
Just did a violin piece myself. Aren’t they fun to write about? Great work as always Alex! 😉
Aw thanks – popping over to yours to look for violins!
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Just found your site. I am glad that I did. Loved this- womderful use of langiuage to create well formed images. I see your powered by tea and chocalate. You sound like my kind of writer 🙂
Aw thank you very much for your lovely comment and for visiting – pull up a comfy chair and I’ll put the kettle on!!
You certainly do most any string instrument poetic justice…
Aw thank you so much 🙂