Free Music

Sharpest Perception a Road Less Traveled


A released,
stroked chord,
howled in relief,
as an excited note,
leapt off the page,
joining in on the screech.
The sound brought an ongoing heat, by a brief Tango, that allowed sweating,
and all the letting- go,
feverishly turned the music on.
As it licked,
a fascinated beat,
assisted in wetting the sheets.
Freely, the music got carried away, playing on.
A teased breeze,
blew a kiss, to seal the deal.
As the anxious Clef,
paraded nudely,
yet wore,
a sweater of chills.
Walking through the explicit natured labels, that read,
The gyrating,
half wet sheet music,
helplessly blew a kiss,
toward and out,
the open mouth,
of the window sill.


Poetry By Tamara Dorsey-Moore
Thinker on the Loose-My way with words.
Copyright (c) 2017 Reserved purposes intended.Reblog

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