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Mary Gay Kearns
Poems
Mar 2018
The music lesson
You play so lightly pretty maid
If I touch you, what would you say
So near, I hear a heart beat
Feel your breathing on my face.
And the sunlight caresses your sleeve
At this beauty I barely breathe
My fingers creep towards yours
And you ignore me and do play.
I can feel you lift those fingers
Oh so slowly on the keys
And I want you there to need me
But you stare straight in front.
Now I am earnest in this warm light
And your black pinafore falls as a dove
Oh so soft is the velvet covering
Curled around you gentle love.
Yet do you not hear me in this stillness
Where the words go unsaid
Is the music your only love dear?
For my passion is outsaid.
On the blue chair I will sit you
PressΒ open your knees
Find my fingers in your underskirts
Rub you tenderly with my sheath.
Yet you keep playing in the sunlight
While I hold deep my breath
And my panting is becoming audible
As I look at your *******.
Yet I fear this is useless as my ardour is strong
But for you pretty lady my love appears wrong.
Love Maryxx
Inspired by Vermeer painting The Music Lesson
Written by
Mary Gay Kearns
67/F/Hertfordshire , UK
(67/F/Hertfordshire , UK)
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