Focus On The TouchA Poem by Brjden (Bridge-Den) CreweHendrix, Clapton, Santana......they make love to their guitar. They play it so passionately! I play a nice acoustic guitar, and my instructor use to always say "Focus on the Touch".
"My body, you truly knew, insatiable's my name when it comes to you......" "Insatiable" by Prince focus on the touch by Bridgey "LateNightDJVoice" McLovin
As I, lay you in my arms & slowly start to play Your body as my guitar, I begin to relay ALL OF THE MUSIC THAT I AM That journeys from my heart to my hands In your ear, say as softly as I can..... "Can you play a song for me?" Can we make a song that only sings And never has to speak? You smile........ My thoughts wander for a while BUT I don't think, I just let my fingers focus on the touch Your skin melts inside my palms as I guide them along the moist calms inside of your thong...... creating our song Strumming along to your passionate "hums" as my fingers river dance your body's curves, making you come........................ to my concert
My fingertips on the tip of your tongue Allowing you to taste your own aquatic tides..... you look me forcefully in my eyes As my free hand glides & slowly plays your instrumental south side You indiscreetly hide my hand between your thighs but I...... WOULDN'T DARE TO JUST MERELY TOUCH YOU!!! I confront your willing flesh resting against my chest with optimistic hopes of me..... Creating stagnant & spiritual stigmatic
Playing your body with the hands of someone like Carlos Santana I take my time touching you With purgatory-like persistence Every inch of contact with you being a thorough existence I exist just to..... focus on the touch I bathe your body with massages that violently sing as you relax your strings & play an erotic song of wet dreams, and erect things, anticipatingly waiting, songs of physically, sensually, & musically communicating, every waking note & touch is very felt & ever changing From strong & really firm to soft with shivered nerves, concentrating with my exploration and I'm reading your every word..... That your body has to say
I'm gonna make it sing & do things it never dreamed You're my instrument to play As I play a certain note, your eyebrows start to raise, and you look up at me as if you have something frightening to say
Your mouth opens up..... while my fingers focus on your touch And your body starts to scream or sing like a symphony but..... It's not fright on your face, but it's delight in that place I meet your G-Spot at E Major with my fingers filling space With your body as my guitar Our music plays through the night I'm your isolated musician Focusing on bringing our song to life
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Added on January 28, 2009Last Updated on January 14, 2010 AuthorBrjden (Bridge-Den) CreweWindy to Sin CityAboutMy name is Brjden Crewe from Chicago, living in Vegas now part time. I'm officially bi-coastal(somewhat). I do freelance music and movies reviews for a few nameless magazines and I regularly recite sp.. more..Writing |