Instinct, by Barbara Neill-Bottle

Instinct

Skilful fingers
Stir heartstrings
In unison
Compose a lover's note
Vibrations move
Cantations soothe
More powerful
Than anything she wrote   Sound foundation
Chord emitted
Slides and slithers
Down the single clef
Between the breasts
It briefly rests..
Then dissipates
Leaving her bereft   Eager, driven
Threshold pain
Of hands and form
Inextricably linked
Note delivers
Body quivers
Surrenders to delicious
Bass instinct

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