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A crescent moon
the light just barely shined
on her hue
She knew not what she possessed
But she would let me explore
take charge, of her for this night
It would be a pleasure
a privilege and an honor
Always the hand
hold it
Always the eyes
look into them
Always the nose
smell her
Always the moment
savour it
When you know a woman’s aroma
you will know her in ways
She doesn’t know herself
Always touch her
slowly
softly
and everywhere
That’s how you’ll find her
Her pleasure points
A woman is the fairer sex
She has many cords
many keys
many strings
Today
Now
Under a crescent moon
I will play her
An ah
A moan
An ooo
Her cords
My freshly cracked knuckles
are the maneuvers of the great pianist
Her keys
But I like strings
and I move against her like Stradivarius
Its composition is wood
It’s natural
Like the composition of a woman
She’s natural too
and come to accept her in all
her natural, shapes, styles
and hair types
Rub her in ways
as the bow slides against the strings
Can you hear the sound
Listen
Can you hear me
Her
Yeah
She’s in her Boogie Wonderland
I make the moves
and she makes the sound
it’s jazzy Baby
Real jazzy
Improvisational
you got to be
Never use the same move twice
cause when you do
you forget to be creative
Play her
like she’s never been played before
Touch her
like she’s never been touched before
Without her
there is no music
Without you
there is no sound
Play her
Play her
Play her
Her melodic sounds of ecstasy
pure underground
metaphors
of engorged
towards
no known galaxy
twisting
in the ethos of a cosmic
system so vast
its system
pulsates
with lights
delights
of sounds
that touches
Her every underground
within
Keltic kilts
with legs wide open
eyes closed shut
yet sees
everything
of all realms
from the seven of the Heavens
to the depths of Hell
and it smells
well
the fruits of love
lust
is never enough
when it’s just us
you and I
for with every orgasm you die
did you know that
lust
we bust
but reach for the sky
higher
higher
now down low
to the ocean floor
dolphins and whales
oh what the Hell
like the fun ride
fourth of July
roller coaster
no Costa Nostra
flowers bloom
fireworks explode
ears shatter
listen to the pitter patter
the drip drops
slow it way down
no more sound
just us
bustn nuts
from dawn
till dust

STRADIVARIVARIUS: Play Her Like

by Donald “C-Note” Hooker

Here is the audio version:
STRADIVARIVARIUS: Play Her Like

Editor’s Note: To For more epic poems by this poet: THE CRIMINALIZATION OF OUR AMERICAN CIVILIZATION (This Is Not A Manifesto)
It Must End!: BLACK FEMALE BOYCOTTS AGAINST BLACK MEN IN THE PEN

Here are audio links:
The Criminalization of our American Civilization (This Is Not A Manifesto)
It Must End!: BLACK FEMALE BOYCOTTS AGAINST BLACK MEN IN THE PEN

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