A Flute

[luceluna]

Spring Night in Lo-yang Hearing a Flute

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by Li Po

In what house, the jade flute that sends these dark notes drifting,

scattering on the spring wind that fills Lo-yang?

Tonight if we should hear the willow-breaking song,

who could help but long

for the gardens of home?

[lildansbitch]

A flute.
I admire your flute.
Long
Thick
Meant for placing fingers on it.
Hard
Firm
Yet so tender to touch.
Arousing music within me
From the muffled breathy whisper
To the amplified moan.
Instrument
Made for a purpose
For aural pleasure
For oral pleasure.
Lips.
Encased around its delicate end.
Blowing.
Ever so gently
Caressing the instrument along its full length.
Saliva
Lubricating
Moistening its sensitive tip
Making music
Making love.
You've cut out the flute
From the deep-throat of the loon.
It's not a horn.

[ScaryDan]

*hands nayth a bar of soap and tells him to go and wash out his keyboard*

[luceluna]

oh gawd, dan, he's going to write a poem about soap now....
*sigh*

[lildansbitch]

You really *shouldn't* give me ideas, Dan/s.

Soap.
Clean
Pure
Whole.
Hole.
Sterile.

Soap
Dropped.
Cleansing away impure thoughts
Surfactant.
Dripping.

Soap
Opera.
Drama
Queen.
Operatic heights of my soap-induced scream.

Soap
On a rope.
Bondage
Hands tied.
Kentucky Fried
Wrath of the whip against my hide.

Soap
Pope.
Ripped up picture - thanks Sinead
Here, have some dope.

Soap
Bubbles.
Michael Jackson's in trouble.
Be it his career nosedive
Or for fiddling with Barney Rubble.

Sope
Water.
I am not your daughter.
Bring me to the slaughter.
You Know, or you Oughta.