Posted in Poetry

Delirious, Sweet

The massive hands, mounting forte

The delicate touch, teasing pianissimo

The untamed passion, a lover’s whispers

Descend on her like great furious waves,

Pound on her like wild tropical torrents

And fill her trembling fear of rapture

In the force of music with pleasure.

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