'Saxaphone Eyes' - Poem by Kelly Seale
If I listen carefully to the music,
I can hear her sultry voice.
The sound of which, opens up my senses-
Her sexiness oozes from my pores,
awakening feelings deep down inside.
Feelings you'd thought you never had-
Impossible to hide.
I hunger for more-
Then, I look into your eyes-
And my breath is taken away.
For it is then that I realize,
what the singer is trying to say.
And the sexy sound of the saxaphone,
takes on a new meaning when I look at you-
For your smile and bedroom eyes,
they are making music too.
The melody has me bewitched somehow,
hypnotized and mesmerized-
As the sultry singer whispers in her song-
'Come on baby, don't stop now...'
Then the tempo, and the beat of the music
becomes louder, inside my head.
My heartbeat quickens,
my face turning crimson red.
Your eyes blink an innocence,
they devour me with your stare.
The sexy saxaphone plays on,
and the sultry singer warns-
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Well, the answers were varied, yet predictable. Most delt with the female and male anatomy, or various stages of undress.
I was the last to answer, to which I replied-
'The two sexiest things in the world are the sound of a saxaphone, and looking deep into someone's eyes.' Damn!
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