Saxophone Love Series Parts (I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII, VIII, IX and X)
I plan to do artwork to compliment the poems in Sepia Ink, and a light wash, for that beautiful, antique, and rustic feel, and in oils, and oil pastels, and a few sculptures. I also plan to do something completely different and new for me that will be a few large pieces, done with black velvet, paint, and recycled glass. In mind at the moment, is to try to capture on canvas the "Soul" , or "Spirit", of the Saxophone, if you will. I also plan to put the Instrument Erotica Poems on a CD with music. Enjoy!
Saxophone Love I
Friday night was Jazz Night
at the Blue Bongo Club
down on 57th Street
He started blowin' bout'
three Fridays ago, and
his presence alone would
give one pause.
Me and the girls went
eve'ry Friday night, but
that Friday was different
Between deep Tenor breaths,
he looked at me,
like I belonged to him
After the gig was over,
he asked me to stay
He seemed to know that
I wanted to feel the
stiffness of his brass___horn
Alone, we talked, we danced
then he pulled out his______brass
it felt so good in my hands
Cool, erect, and smooth
to my touch, he titillated me
oh so gently
I tasted and in and out
and out and in
my mouth moistened for more
He threw his head back
to partake of my...
performance and smiled
When done
we both agreed
I needed to take...
Saxophone Lessons
Copyright (c) April 2007 Kimberly D. Robinson
Saxophone Love II
Naughty thoughts glisten
in the wild vibration of his horn
he shines like a star
from Heaven’s jewelry box
and placed in my onyx sky
I bask in his Jazz – illiance
His music takes me back…
yeah….back to
back yard barbecue’s,
double-dutchin’,
cornrows between Mama’s legs,
and the first fire ignited
in the furnace between mine
Nothin prepared me for…his
smooth sounds
the way he wets…
his lips
and plays…me
Our silhouette blushes
at smooth sounds
I make till dawn
on his Saxophone
Copyright (c) Kimberly D. Robinson
Saxophone Love III
Eyes closed; hips bumpin’
Davis and Coltrane saxin’
Bass beats to my feet
Jukebox spillin’ hot
Honey-soakin' my insides
With brass love notes
My Sax Man took stage
My universe stopped to touch
Each of his exhales
Jazzical foreplay
Prodding my musical spots
I don’t care who sees
My sax induced hands satisfying…me
Copyright (c) Kimberly D. Robinson
Saxophone Love IV (Cinquain)
Blowin’
I undulate
Brass Galaxies jouncing
Stars titter; shine on us softly
After
Copyright (c) Kimberly D. Robinson 2007
Saxophone Love V
His mouth fills up with thoughts of me
reminiscing as if my thighs were joined with jazz
till he belts an oh so long
smooth sound from his saxophone.
He blows down the ride of my breasts
up the arch of my spine
into the crest of my thighs.
When the song is over
he licks his lips oh so sweetly
to get a second wind...
to play me again.
Copyright © 2006 Kimberly D. Robinson
Saxophone Love VI
His rhythm (so ancient
and reminiscent
of a Jamaican jazz serenade)
paralyzes me to the depths
of an unwanted cadaver
longing for freedom...
I cannot resist his melody
No! I do not want to stop.
He pushes his brass horn in my ___ face
releasing sweet sensual notes
at a time.
I cannot help being captivated
till I scream, till I chime.
This cannot be the last song
I wanted him to play another melody…
…harder
.… faster
….stronger.
I feasted with such a robust thirst
(his brass a labor of wanting)
'til jazz covered me...
I'm covered with.... Jazz.
Copyright © 2006 Kimberly D. Robinson
Saxophone Love VII
Moistened my lips to reciprocate his melody
took his brass horn in my hands
and began to____ blow ____ gently
till he no longer could resist my invitation to
compose a duet ___ privately.
We waxed and waned like the painted moon,
we ebbed and flowed with exquisite
harmony like the tides of the Nile
till his precious jazz replenished my bayou
one note at a time.
Copyright © 2006 Kimberly D. Robinson
Saxophone Love VIII
Opened my window
sounds of the night float in
a misty cool zephyr
arousing my peanut butter skin.
A silhouette
my beautiful Moroccan man
divinely reclining,
fingers gently caressing his
ebony brass sax.
Mouth moistens delicate tones
blowing sweet air with tremble
stroke every note of me.
I cannot resist.
I want more.
I taste every C-clef; the tenor
aged like my collection of fine wine
fermented from sweet Pinar del Rio vines,
pulls me up slowly
improvising jazz between my thighs.
Afterward, a misty cool zephyr
tickles my dampened peanut butter skin
as we lay in each other’s arms
listening to the sounds
of the night float in.
Copyright © 2006 Kimberly D. Robinson
Saxophone Love IX - Cinquain
Sweet wind
exhales from brass
notes dance la reverie
flesh pulsating, as I murmur
his name.
Copyright © 2006 Kimberly D. Robinson
Saxophone Love X
Dress poured over my curves
ebbs and flows with la musica
my eyes closed
my skin, moist
my hips
meandering freely
Suddenly, I hear echoes
clock strikes midnight
room now filled
with a tenor soliloquy
prearranged for two
amber wind fades
into silence
Shadows
of this midnight rendezvous
reveal a smooth, shiny,
erect, and ready…
saxophone
Touching me there
on my slightly wet__lips
I accept the invitation
as I slumber deep
Mouthpiece
to my glossed lips
I blow softly
tasting him
He plays one more
libidinous time
note after note
indeed we entwine
to a rhythmic
symphony sublime
Oh…how I love the Saxophone
Copyright © 2006 Kimberly D. Robinson
African Drum Love I
Safari pounds in my pelvis
like a rhythmic Tanzanian ritual
fit for an African Queen
My desire unleashes a thunderous dance
I scream, I sweat, I sing
to his covetous hands_beating
As wild as vibrations can withstand
his African Drum resonates with me
with the grace of a supermodel and
as fast as a famished cheetah
I can no longer stand
nor can I saunter
I simply lay_pulsating
to the forbidden echo
of his African Drum
April 2007 Copyright (c) Kimberly D. Robinson
African Drum Love II
The sound of the chuckling sky
is different tonight
I feel his pulse from a distance
the bass of his beat beads my blood
awakening my crave-able places
Dancing from inside out spontaneously
I spread for him like the fine goatskin
stretched atop his hardwood Djembe
The scent of lust fills our immediate air
bare hands beat to the bass
with the flesh of his palms, I gyrate higher
intricately weaving a rhythmic tapestry
A nearby Black Mamba seems to sway
to our mating song while
Tigers; now paper, seem to nestle
to our private silhouette
When he sojourned
his African Drum
the morning sun kissed us tenderly
as I slumber deep
April 2007 Copyright (c) Kimberly D. Robinson
African Drum Love III
From his first beat
gazelle run at top speed
Secretary Birds
take majestic flight
Ivory shining
from the Elephant's stance
my thighs moist
with a sinful fragrance
from the language of his
African Drum
Calloused are his hands
from caressing such supple skin
when these hands of my secret lover
touch me there, they are as soft
as African Shea Butter
Inclusively he drums
till I tremor
again and again and again
from deep within
Ebony legs drape over his shoulders
like strings of onyx pearls
drumming inside my mine
as if excavating
the finest Kimberley diamonds
Omnipotent, his Djembe,
with seismic vibrations
that makes Mount Kilimanjaro's
liquid fire rise to the occasion
Our tribal music together
becomes but an echo
as single tears rolls down
each side of his
African Drum
May 2007 Copyright (c) Kimberly D. Robinson
