Sweet Tunes

Sweet Tunes

She looked at it and smiled
She knew the shape and style
It was over 8 inches long
And looked so solid and Strong

She gently took it out
And guided it towards her mouth
She met the end of the tip
So gently and tender with her lips

She held it with both her hands
I know she’d tried so many other Brands
She soaked the end of the tip
But not as much as it dripped

She blew it as good as she could
To be honest I never thought she would
It was so lovely and so nice
Can’t understand how anyone could despise

I have never felt so relaxed
I will never regret that I asked
Those tunes were so heavenly divine
How I wish she was mine

How I wish I was that flute….

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Ha! Love it. :)
Do I need to say more? Nope.

[Ronny]

Haha You really don't ;)
Thanks again Ana :)

[Matching Socks]

:D my pleasure.

[Isiah Holmes]

These kinds of poem's always tickle me inside, very nice work!

[Ronny]

Thanks for the feedback :)

[Ben Noah Suri]

Wow! What a blow....

The music of your poetry
was fascinating in its double entrende

[Ronny]

Thank you for your kind words :)

[Bear]

Nice misdirecting double entendre, this is very creative and and a fun read, thank you for posting it.

[Ronny]

Thank you for your kind words :)
Much appreciated.
I'll look you guys up later.

[JerryB]

Hah! Gotta love it . . . And I did . . . Tried to figure out what she was blowing . . . You surprised me . . .

[Ronny]

Thanks for the feedback buddy :)

[JerryB]

You're welcomed.