Play Me Master Play Me -------------------------------------------
Play Me Master Play Me
You touch me
My heart quickens.
My breath comes faster with just a look.
Every inch of me on fire
I'm the fish caught on your hook.
Your hands warm inviting
Bringing me alive
Whatever you ask I'll give it
You make my soul grow wings and fly.
Higher I keep floating
With pulsing exploding waves.
Every touch, kiss, bite
I gasp and scream your name.
Holding me gently tightly
Like a cello you play my strings.
A miestro with his concerto
Like a Diva you make me sing.
You are the master of my body
The player of my soul
Every sensein me awakened
Please never let me go.
Play me master play me
Make me come alive.
I'll follow you forever
Be my master for all time.
I suspect that you are the true hook and bait both here. Although unqualified, I can also imagine this to be a very feminine approach to ultimate priest(ess)hood. The earlier comments are worthy, but perhaps jacoberin misses the point which is not just the one on the hook.
Both hook and cello have strings and both the fish and cello are in their own way connected to and played by the master. The passion of the cello player is reflected in the wild struggles of a hooked fish striving excitedly in any direction but nevertheless pulled always towards the master. Endorphins are released and we have an overwhelming and successful religious experience. It was good for me.
You must not forget the master you portray here . Summoning his advances with promises of wildly reciprocating passion . Very artistically presented , what man in his right mind would deny such feminine wiles . Makes me wish I had one .
i feel the passion in the lines...my only thought here is that i wanted to see either the fishing metaphor or the cello metaphor...and one or the other carried through the entire piece...somehow the combo of the two didn't quite work for me as much as i wanted it to while reading this...and then the switch to Diva...
i imagine there is a striving for different examples of being played...but i wanted one of them brought to more fruition...
it just felt like you touched the surface of each metaphor..then dropped it...and as a reader i felt a bit frustrated with that.