How can I compete
She had trained you for her desires
She tells you to count before you begin
You take deep breaths, trembling
You either fear her
or you desire her
Lust or disgust
Rides you hard
She tells you she wants you to play something soft
You’re damned if you do as she commands
Still, you do it
Why fight the whip
Tempo is the Taskmaster
Your mind does not want to cooperate
Still, the music plays
As the melody increases and the song changes
You feel your pulse race
Sweat beads on your brow
“No, no,” you say
You still do as she bids
You cannot breathe
Your mind is corrupted
You think of the wires being tied
around your wrists to stop playing
The music takes a turn.
The beat is relentless
You want this to end
She wants more
More of your soul is being dripped onto her
This is your offering
This is how you worship
Coming closer to the end
Heart racing
Mouth dry
Wanting
Needing
“Please”
You cry out
When it’s over
Your mistress stays silent.
Reprimanding you
You are allowed to go
Until your return
She sits and waits
I love this piece. You create an excellent and interesting metaphor and you carry it through from beginning to end.
It really works and we feel the relationship between the poem’s subject and the piano.
nicely done, Fia.
j.
Thank you, Jacob ;))
Fia….I thought it was more about a femdom sorta thing….still good either way.👍
Haha..well you never know when I could pop a poem like that out. Thank you, Peter;))
I just can’t imagine any hot blooded music loving fella NOT enjoying this & DEEPLY .. Bravo Mistress F .. Neville 😎👍
Thank you, Neville.(big smile here);))
excellent write
Thank you, twoffthythree ;))
Beautifully penned, Fia. Music is a seductive lady, excellent write my friend. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
Thank you, Damian;)) Music is exactly that,
Fia this was smoking. I love piano music and this is one of the most creative poems on seduction of a pianist I have read. I felt the flame of his helplessness because her womanly powers. Sizzling.
John
Thank you, John;))