The Musician

This poem is written from the perspective of someone who idolizes "the boys in the bands."

 

 

THE MUSICIAN

In a concert I first saw you

The guitarist for the band

watched your fingers move so swiftly

From a crowded patch of land

Found you later on the beachside

Where we lingered for a time

There I sang to you till morning

While with me you shared your wine

 

Once you touched me ever gently

By those fingers I was led

How I hungered for your passions

In a dream I shared your bed

Like a cloud of dust you vanished

Leaving me without a trace

How I watch you at those concerts

Though you never see my face

Author's Note

Not quite erotica, more like fantasy, definately fantasy stuff.....

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Very nicely done. Enjoyed reading this poem very much. Thank you for sharing. Debileah