Cello

Crooked spikes of the rustic iron gate licking the hellfire sky

Luring sound of the cello playing softly to whisper promise of happy memories and haunting stories

His footsteps on the garden path pebbles are giving away kernels of excitement

Restraint by the French windows, he swallows at the view of her untarnished body wrapping around the maple cello

She exhibits as the most porcelain icy celestial body on the Kuiper belt

The divine tone of cello is escalating from mellow to vibrant, lustrous to transcendental to dark

The forbidden pleasure shoots through his legs, groin, abdomen to his heart forming a lump in his Adam’s apple

He dares not let out the primal cry, not even a low groan to disturb the masterful performance

The vibration slapping his core in ebbs and flows

His rhythmic breathing orchestrates harmoniously with the evocative cello melody to reach the pinnacle of perfection

When the silence finally falls and the music gives in to exhaustion, their eyes meet, locked in a fulfilling gaze

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊 View all posts by Cassa Bassa