There’s Something About A Cellist

There’s something about a cellist
That really turns me on
A female cellist obviously
In a low cut evening dress
Of emerald green velvet
The great polished instrument
Between her long black stockin'ed legs
Her long brunette hair
Dancing across her naked shoulders
Brushing her alabaster skin
In frantic rhythm to her playing
Sat in the lavish surroundings
Of a grand hotel lobby
A pale willowy figure called Deidre
Purposefully thrashing out a piece by Elgar
Or music to slash your wrists by
To a disinterested audience
OK its not cellists that turns me on
But there’s something about Deidre
That definitely does
When she’s playing the cello

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A humorous and mildly sensual poem about the writer's infatuation with a cellish named Deidre. But is it the persona or the person who is enchanting her admirer.


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